Surrealism is 100 Years OLD…

I do not understand why, when I ask for grilled lobster in a restaurant, I’m never served a cooked telephone. ― Salvador Dalí

When I activate my sense of humor, curiosity, or absurdity…

I’m more willing to listen to other perspectives.

Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision. ― Salvador Dalí

surrealism: the principles, ideals, or practice of producing fantastic or incongruous imagery or effects in art, literature, film, or theater by means of unnatural or irrational juxtapositions and combinations —(Merriam-Webster)

SOURCE:

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/02/28/arts/design/surrealism-centennial-pompidou-brussels.html?unlocked_article_code=1.h00.NC8a.MvUBP283Ljqo&smid=url-share

“Surrealism is inherently political. It started as a protest movement and a way to counter fascism and authoritarianism, so that’s why it still can be a very powerful political weapon for today. It will always be relevant. I would say, it’s a future movement.” —Patricia Allmer is an art history professor at the University of Edinburgh in Scotland (from the New York Times article cited above.

prowl, prey & nourish…

It doesn’t matter where I find myself in the world, my natural waking state is roughly an hour before sunrise. I instinctively am a predawn prowler. The nourishing solitude of watching night turn to day stirs something in me that’s deeply primal and ancient.

All summer I roam Town Neck Beach in Sandwich, Massachusetts following coyote tracks and scavenging the beach. Back home in Vermont now, my predawn habits shift. However, my prowling and the way I feel doesn’t change one bit.

dawn: to begin to grow light as the sun rises

prowl: to move about or wander stealthily in or as if in search of prey

wander: to move about without a fixed course, aim, or goal

prey: an animal (idea, objects?) taken by a predator (scavenger?) as food (nourishment)

scavenge: to salvage from discarded or refuse material

nourish: to promote the growth of

What else, other than nourishment, are the coyotes prowling for in their predawn wanderings?

What I’m searching for when prowling, other than solitude, shifts dramatically like the tides of the North Atlantic.