Dali in NYC
Rushing toward MOMA, years ago, I was nearly knocked over by a large hat and enormous mustache on an interesting-looking older man. He was exiting a yellow cab on the side of the street with a flourish I'd see again only in Europe years later.
I caught my breath and said hello to Salvador Dali. He responded with a very soft "Yes" and swept passed me, almost hitting me with his walking stick.
I now love his art more than ever and understand the rushing colors and movement in each picture. They are him.