So, André Breton, if tonight I dream I am screwing you, tomorrow morning I will paint all of our best fucking positions with the greatest wealth of d… - Salvador Dalí

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So, André Breton, if tonight I dream I am screwing you, tomorrow morning I will paint all of our best fucking positions with the greatest wealth of detail.

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About Salvador Dalí

Salvador Dalí (11 May 1904 – 23 January 1989) was a Spanish surrealist artist, born in Catalonia, Spain. He was a skilled draftsman, best known for the striking and bizarre images in his surrealist work and his exceptional way of life and expression.

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Native Name: Salvador Dalí i Domènech
Alternative Names: Dalí Felip Jacint Domenech Felip Jacint Domènech Salvador Dali Salvador Dali Domenech Salvador Dali i Domenech Salvador Dali y Domenech Salvador Dalm y Domenech Salvador Dalí Domènech Salvador Dalí y Domènech Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dali y Domenech Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dalí y Domènech Salvador Felip Jacint Dali Domenech Salvador Felip Jacint Dalí Domènech Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dali Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dali Domenech Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dali y Domenech Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dalí Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dalí Domènech Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dalí y Domènech Salvator Dali Salvator Dalí
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In the first place, in 1950, I had a 'cosmic dream' in which I saw this image in colour and which in my dream represented the 'nucleus of the atom.' This nucleus later took on a metaphysical sense; I considered it 'the very unity of the universe,' the Christ!

One morning with Ripolin [French paint] I painted a new-born that I then left to dry on the tennis-court. After two days I found it bristling with ants that made it move to the anesthetized, silent rhythm of sea-urchins. However I at once realized that this newborn child was none other than the pink breast of my girlfriend, being frenetically eaten by the shining, metallic thickness of the phonograph. But it wasn't her breast either: it was little pieces of my cigarette paper nervously grouped around the magnetic topaz of my fiancees ring.

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