I am not often affected emotionally by art. I can see its beauty and recognize the symbolism but it rarely touches me. The exception is this piece by Salvador Dali, The Persistence of Memory. I have had an intellectual reaction to it and recognized that it depicts a truth that with time our memories become distorted so that we can no longer trust the accuracy of our interpretations of the past. However, with time my emotional reaction to the art has grown stronger. I now doubt my memories of my own life. I doubt the emotions I thought I felt and the facts of the events I have experienced are hazy because I've deliberately not nurtured these memories due to an obstinate philosophy of leaving things in the past and discarding anything for which I see no future use. I feel a sense of loss and not the relief I expected and now that I'm attempting to look back, I am filled with doubt.
Follow the link to see the piece if you've never seen it before because I would rather not place a copy of the image here. Please contribute your own profound experiences with art.
http://www.moma.org/collection/object.php?object_id=79018
Follow the link to see the piece if you've never seen it before because I would rather not place a copy of the image here. Please contribute your own profound experiences with art.
http://www.moma.org/collection/object.php?object_id=79018