Time proves to be quite the surreal element – perhaps that’s why Salvador Dalí seemed to comprehend its elusive nature so well. It melts, and melts, and melts until nothing appears to exist anymore. At one moment, you see an army of ants invading a pomegranate, and the next, you see a helpless horse also resembling a misshapen face laying about. In a society where time dictates several peoples’ lives, it also constantly escapes our grasps (and usually to our disarray).

For example, I waited outside the Centre Georges Pompidou for nearly an hour to visit its exhbition featuring practically all of Dalí’s work. Yes, his “The Persistence of Memory” and other renowned works rested on the museum’s top floor, and my watch ticked and ticked for minutes and minutes to the point where I felt like I woudln’t be able to enjoy his art once I finally entered.

But alas, after standing in line helplessly in Parisian winter weather, I finally caught glimpses – no, stares – of what we waited for. Brilliance radiated throughout the large room. Dalí’s artistic splendor felt so strong I could almost taste the pomegranates his dear ants enjoyed so feverishly despite the countless tourists constantly moving around me. Needless to say, the trip itself was well worth the wait, no matter how much my faux gold watch wished to fall apart in all its repetitive ticks and tocks.

Take a look at some of the photos I took while sauntering about the exhibit (Yes, to my surprise, photos were permitted, although off-limits for some of Dalí’s pieces).

I highly recommend a visit to the Centre Pompidou; the exhibit runs until 25 March 2013.  It’s quite bewildering!

Yours truly,

Jonathan