Naomi and Dali: The Craziest of These is Love

Salvador Dali and the love of his life, Gala

I didnt want to write about this topic because I didn’t think there would be a way for me to mask the tone of my heavy heart. However, this is my foundation and the very reason I was drawn to Dali in the first place. The intensity and the complexity of Dali’s relationship with Gala appealed to me initially because it was such a foreign concept. How could a man so full of greatness and charm allow himself to be brought to his knees for the love of this insignificant woman? It wasn’t until I experienced this kind of rare, all-consuming love for myself that I was able to come to more of an understanding of the dynamic of their relationship.

Toward the end of their lives together, Gala’s numerous affairs with younger men began to take their toll on the relationship. In addition, her gambling habits and generosity toward these men put a strain on the pockets as well. Even in her eighties, Gala showed a resentment toward growing older, creating yet more tension– enough that she was now giving her husband drugs that led to the eventual breakdown of his nervous system leaving him unable to paint. Eventually Gala moved alone into a castle Dali had built for her, unseen unless upon written request. Still, when Gala passed away, the elderly painter embarked on a downward spiral struggling with depression. There were even a series of freak “accidents” that hint of possible suicide attempts. With his muse forever gone, was there any reason left to live?

It is a beautiful thing to simply fall in love. It is quite another to find your reason to live. All control is lost as you allow yourself to be poisoned, broken and lost yet unashamed of your shameless weakness. In the end, the intensity of the obsession proves to be maddening and a certain pathway to your psychological demise. You have found in this person the perfect blend between reality and illusion, and you refuse to be awakened from this dreamlike state.  A glitch in the system has been discovered that allows you to somehow exist in this world and be able to escape to a parallel universe with this person. A utopia where each other’s flaws don’t exist and it doesn’t matter if this person is draining everything from your life’s force. In that world, dull moments are extinct and no tomorrows are the same. You have given in to complete insanity making the complexities of common love totally void. By giving in to this kind of love you have given in to destruction.

Memento mori, my friend! Destruction is inevitable. Endure the pain, suffer all consequences, and take all risks for a love most surreal. Drink heartily of the poison, and before you do, look your muse in the eyes and say “cheers”!

One thought on “Naomi and Dali: The Craziest of These is Love

  1. I’ve been going along with the “Naomi and Dali” series this week, but this is the first one that made me want to add my 2 cents. Having had my own experience with a balls-to-the-wall, mostly consuming, kind of love I have to say that it’s not something I would willingly do again. In Dali’s case, the situation did not seem to be completely mutual – as he gave all of himself (and then some) while Gala got to sit back, do whatever the hell she wanted, and still push him away at the end. Who’s definition of love is that? Is that a love worth going crazy over? Torturing yourself for?

    Did anyone ever question Dali’s sense of self-worth? Why is it romantic when this man gets caught up over someone that was a terrible and insatiable partner, but a woman in the same position gets told to “just let it go and move on”? A double-standard, or are more people just too selfish to truly love and be content with a decent and functional relationship in this day and age? There’s always someone better out there right? Maybe. But it’s my belief that you never really trade up, you trade off, because no one is perfect. No one has it ALL. Maybe more people need to realize that it’s not “settling” if the person you’re with **gasp** actually makes you happy at the end of the day. People seem to forget that they may not be such a walk in the park either.

    Salvador Dali, I’m glad you were able to love so hard but what was the cost? Your sanity, your health? Was a wife that would rather spend chunks of time IN A CASTLE BY HERSELF away from you in your final years of life really worth the struggling and isolation you painted about? Luckily you were able to enjoy some fame and wealth while you were living, but that’s ephemeral and you’re dead now so what good is that really? I’m sure with all my questions, he would whole-heartedly have said that it was worth it – and I can respect that! Personally, I don’t think I could ever allow myself to feel that way again. It would certainly have to be a very special situation if I did. So if I wrote the sentiment at the end of Naomi’s post, it would be changed to say to my muse, “Cheers!…You first.”

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