Portrait de Ruth Lachman 1961

Salvador Dalí’s painted this portrait of Ruth Lachman, and it’s a wild dreamscape—the kind that only Dalí could conjure. Those swirling skies, painted with thin veils of blue and white, make me think of the way color can evoke a mood. I wonder, was he trying to capture her essence, or was he just going deep into his own mind? I can see him in his studio, methodically laying down each stroke, maybe even chuckling to himself as he added that horse rearing up in the background. It makes me think of the way we all, as artists, build on each other’s ideas. Dalí was definitely looking at the Old Masters, but then he twisted everything into his own bizarre vision. It's a reminder that painting isn’t about answers. It's about questions.