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In honour of Puti, my first dog.

In honour of Puti, my first dog.

Paul Dali, colouring pencil on paper

Paul Dali, colouring pencil on paper

Paul and Paul, mixed media

Paul and Paul, mixed media

The Elusive Muse

This story started ages ago. Many Paul and Paul, mixed mediathings I have already written here, about Dali, Amanda Lear etc but now it is about that elusive 'muse', where is it ? Still on holidays so what do I do ?


I was walking with my buddy and class mate at the Royal Academy, Bert H. through the small village of Cadaques, North Spain .Late seventies.


A white open Cadillac drove past us and then stopped. The driver, a beautiful aging blond lady, introduced herself as Salvador Dali's personal chauffeur. She was rounding up people for the afternoon cocktail party at Salvador's famous house with the huge egg on the roof in Port Liggat,

a few km's from where we were.

The lady was Miss Norway 1957 and she'd pick us up the following day.

When we entered the famous house we were 'greeted' by a huge stuffed black bear, completely bejewelled and more funny then frightening.


About five nervous personal assistants were hovering about in a very effeminate way. All dressed in black and white shirt and black tie. Bossy little buggers.

We were instructed what to do and what not to do. Speak only when spoken to and to address the artist as Maestro Magnifico.


There were about 30 people and a BBC tv crew was filming and dragging cables among the guests and lights were shining every where.

The hostess of His party was no less than the famous singer Amanda Lear, a woman or a man, I'll never know.

Her song 'Follow me' ('79) was at that time a nr.1 hit.

We were given a glass of pink Champagne.

arrisen from the ashes ?

well this painting of me in hospital drag is indeed dragging on.And I love it but it is at the moment keeping me awake at night thinking about what or what not to do.I offered it to the Cairns Base Hospital where I spent that  lovely week. Then received a very nice and long letter explaining it was too large.I, no IT, spent some time in my outside studio, all 1.30x2 m. Life size.I thought after some time I should turn this into a project, an arty project or maybe a little crazy.You see, I had the idea to spray the painting completely black. It has many relief lines and the pyjama is a real one simply flattened. So it would show itself simply by reflection.And it did beautifully. I cheeted a little by spraying side ways with aluminium coloured paint.Then I would douse it in petrol and burn my ''self portrait". Or my "Alto Ego"A friend Mick reminded me of the Phoenix rising from the ashes.That somehow made it to my mind legitimate to burn.To be exhicuted by fire.But as I had this lovely black painting looking at me I fell a little in love with it. With him.How strange, no ? I couldn't just burn it, him, and that is that.I decided to make it brighter. To add flowers and butterflies. To change the dark background to a pale blue.Then I had the wicked idea to copy the painting. Just do it again. Have 2 of them.So I asked Clemens, ( the eternal mate since I was 7 years old in Indonesia), to help me.I layed down on a large thick paper and Clemens traced my body with a pentel pen. Again, the second time.I then cut it out and just for the moment it is hanging in the tree.Why did I copy it ?I thought I could burn the newly arrival and save the now so pretty original me, or it.From my bedroom/computer room I can see me/it hanging in the tree outside and it turns slowly, disappearingfor a split second, reappearing in all its/his glory.Now I cannot even burn that white figure, who looks very much like me and the other one.So now I have two separate painting and  now I'll have to get a third canvas at the required size and will have three oversized paintings. Clemens get your pentel pen ready again.!!!Too many to burn but I'll come to that later.But it is so self analysing. Also a little self rediculing.Ah, as we artist do, I'll try and sleep tonight. Crawl under the God' bed. Maybe I'll understand what this all about.I will print a small amount of booklets. I'll ask Clemens to take a photo of the three of us.Then I'll see what to do next.Start hanging the two figures in the big tree at the back. 

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