From Salvador Dali's autobiography:
"I was twenty-nine, and it was summer, in Cadaques. I was courting Gala, and we were having lunch with some friends at the seashore, in a vine-covered arbor over which hung the deafening hum of bees. I was at the peak of my happiness although I bore the ripening weight of a new born love clutching my throat like a veritable octopus of solid gold sparkling with a thousand precious stones of anguish. "
I've always come back to this image when thinking of the ways that love is something you bear, it is this extravagance that weighs upon you even as you cultivate it intentionally. I thought I would have more to say, but I'll just let it speak for itself for now.
oil on canvas, 4 panels. 6'x3'
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