Every day now small groups of cranes and larger flocks of geese fly over. Under autumn clouds, they seem to know where they are going.
In my easy chair, I am deep into Picasso about 1909--courtesy of John Richardson. Pablo is about to dump Fernande and, as a prelude, making some pretty unflattering cubist pictures of her. In the summer of 1910, Dali was also there--in Cadaques on the Costa Brava of the Mediterranean--but he was only six years old. There is a picture of Dali in his characteristic sailor suit in 1912in the book.. Apparently, even in 1910, he was thought to be precocious and showoffy. It is interesting to think about Dali as a little boy in a fancy suit. Oh, the lost 20th century and all its MODERN art, furniture and literature. And here we are in the 21st. It makes me feel heavy with remembrance. And with questions.
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