Some interesting images there. Dali was a very odd painter. Incredible with a brush, but you get the sense that he was constantly on LSD or something of that ilk. Such a lot of very peculiar images.

I can respect art of all types and think art serves a lot of different but useful purposes. I can look at Warhol's soup can and view it as a detached view on consumerism, but not in such a negative way as it was probably something he enjoyed eating. Then I can look at the work of someone like Van Gogh who I admire a lot, but in quite a different way. After all it is a different genre, a different style. The non mechanical and far more intense visual style. The deep brushstrokes, the stars that consume a sky with a swirling milky way. It's wonderful to look at. You sense something uneasy behind the brushstrokes. Then we tail of to another style and 1950's Pollock and Autumn Rhythym and its mesmerising drips of paint which appears to be random splashes of paint, and yet there is order there, it is a controlled chaos and it looks rather pretty. You can almost make out images of dancing people if you allow your eye to relax. Or was it a horse fighting a dragon? It doesn't really matter just as long as it appeals to the senses.

Art is alright. It takes a lot of skill to become a master craftsman of any sort and I respect a well tuned painter.