I saw him hill her. He was loving right up until the second he wasn’t. Kept telling me he was sorry, to just hold still. He was gonna make it all go away. There was plenty wrong with your father, Abigail, but there’s nothing wrong with you. You say he was loving. I believe it. That’s what you brought out in him. It’s not all I brought out in him. I’m gonna be messed up. Aren’t I?
The art of Salvador Dalí is renowned for its extreme and often grotesque use of metaphor. Exploring themes such as voyeurism, self-disgust and the unconscious—or dream—state, Dalí “[diagnoses] diseases of the psyche,” (J.G. Ballard, 1974), which both predict human vulnerabilities and embrace the irrationality and excitement of living in the modern world. The distinct symbols of clocks and butterflies are prevalent in his work, the former perhaps signifying the liquidity of reality and the relativity of time, and the former, naturally, demonstrative of transformation.