Investing in Spring

The following is a teensy tiny (barely 2 inches wide) sketch by Salvador Dal&iacute which appears in Bill Rose’s autobiography, Wine, Women and Words.
I love Dal&iacute’s line drawings, and this one looks a lot better in a photograph than it does in the book, because you can see the detail.

I don’t know exactly what that is, but the setting of the book is New York, and Dal&iacute lived there off and on during the time he did the illustrations for Rose’s book, so I’m guessing it might be a surrealist vision of the New York Stock Exchange, being cannibalized by nearby skyscrapers.
But what do I know? I’m just a Dal&iacute lover who lacks a Ph.D. in Art History, and is therefore not competent to issue authoritative opinions about such things.
By the way, if any of the readers of this blog look like Dal&iacute, they’re having a Dal&iacute Lookalike Contest at the Dal&iacute Museum in St. Petersburg, Florida next week.

Film Director John Waters will be the judge, so if you look like Dal&iacute, it might be fun to enter.
Speaking of Dal&iacute, here’s collage I assembled not long after visiting his house in Port Lligat, Spain:

Spring is finally here, and things are just starting to bud, including a baby Chinese Redwood tree which sprung up out of nowhere. Earlier today, it reminded me of the mutual interest Dal&iacute and Federico Garcia Lorca had in Saint Sebastian, especially some of the pictures in Sebastian’s Arrows.
Anyway, the tree strikes me as Dalinian, and Sebastian-like:

And poor Coco wishes I’d just cut the art critic crap and play with her.

UPDATE: Just five minutes before I published this post, Ann Althouse posted some great pictures of what I consider to be marvelously Dalinian branches. Spring coincidences must grow on trees.