We also visited the Pärnu New Art Museum, which had drawn my attention with an event described on the web - an annual international nude art exhibition. This year was the 18th such exhibition, titled "Man, Woman and Electricity." On display were works executed in various techniques - oil and acrylic paintings, photographs, sculptures, audio and visual performances.
Who knows how it is in France - the cradle of Museum Night - but in Latvia this event always falls during the blossoming of bird cherry and chestnut trees. The breath of spring drifts through the air and crowds move through Riga's streets, especially through Old Riga, seeking new impressions, new acquaintances, new information.
No, these are not the sand sculptures that have now become popular throughout the Baltics - this is something more flowing, more fleeting, and in constant motion. With just a few handfuls of sand seemingly scattered at random on glass and with unusually nimble finger movements, an entire painting is conjured. It tells its story, as the contours change ceaselessly and transform into a new form. Words are unnecessary here - simply watch and enjoy the video!
She revealed herself to me as a woman who made her mutilated body an icon and her pain into art. This explains the many self-portraits, most of which were made lying in bed, where she imagined herself torn apart, with her insides laid open, overgrown with grass and vines.
Dalí's life resembled theatre, performance, an endless citation of the flow of the subconscious. He - or rather they, Dalí and his muse Gala - needed scandal.