Word: salvadore
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Little Hells" spell disaster to the natives of El Salvador, the pocket Republic on that neck of land joining North and South America. "Little Hells'' are geysers of boiling water that hiss and squirt in the bowels of the earth until something gives way. It was El Salvador's "Little Hells" that last week brought the town of San Vicente toppling down, killing 250, injuring...
...sticks and empty wine glasses have long charmed socialites, advertising art directors and smartchart editors. But surrealism would never have attracted its present attention in the U. S. were it not for a handsome 32-year-old Catalan with a soft voice and a clipped cinemactor's mustache, Salvador Dali...
Dali. Artist Dali was born in Figueras near Barcelona in 1904, as a child developed a strong persecution mania and a wholehearted admiration for the works of his friend and countryman, Pablo Picasso. Salvador Dali entered the Academy in Madrid, was quickly expelled for insubordination. As an art student he reached Paris in 1927 when surrealism had yet to make any headlines but was the talk of the Montparnasse cafes...
Surrealism suited his extraordinary technical facility as a draughtsman, his morbid nature. Salvador Dali, with exquisite drawing and brilliant color, began to paint his nightmares on pieces of panel hardly bigger than postcards. He not only made surrealist paintings, he wrote surrealist poems, helped produce the first two surrealist films: Le Chien Andalou and L'Age d'Or. The first had a great deal to do with pianos filled with carcasses of dead donkeys. In the latter the great seduction scene to which the whole film rises is symbolized by a view of a bedroom window through which...
...Salvador Dali was first brought to the U. S. and given an exhibition in 1934 under the sponsorship of Dealer Julien Levy. Immediately one picture created a sensation. Entitled The Persistence of Memory, it showed a group of watches, limp as dead flounders and crawling with insects, drooping from the branches of a dead tree by the seaside, all this on a panel the size of a sheet of typewriter paper and painted in color as brilliant as a Flemish primitive. It now belongs to the Museum of Modern Art and was a headliner in last week's exhibition...