Today, in an attempt to find inspiration I decided on visiting the Tate modern. I figured that looking at the different styles would help me get over my little drawers block. Wondering around the different galleries I came across Dali’s painting, Metamorphosis of Narcissus. The painting seen attached was painted in 1937. The piece is based on the story of Narcissus. A man so proud of his look that when he saw his own reflection in a pool of water, he was unable to tear himself away. He eventually died. In a version of the story, Narcissus the man died and became a flower. The word narcissism is said to originate from this.
Dali’s painting depicts Narcissus sitting (on the left) by a pool of water. Reflected on the right is a stone hand holding an egg. The stone hand closely resembles the shape of Narcissus’ body. Hatching out of the egg is a small daffodil, also known in the plant world as a Narcissus.
I was very intrigued. I mean, to understand the thought behind a painting brings out the true beauty of the painting. Well, that’s my opinion. We are able to appreciate more the details of the painter’s creation. Only after a little while of standing there, acting like I was very knowledgeable, I realised that I had seen the painting years ago. Well more than 10 years ago, when I was doing my GCSE art project. I even re-created in my little sketchbook. At the time, I had no idea what it was called or what Dali was trying to depict. I don’t remember what my own interpretation of the painting was but I know it was nowhere close to what I described above. I simply took it as I saw it. A surreal painting. I was intrigued by it just as much as I was today. It made me think that sometimes it’s not bad to look back on our past.
Sometimes we come across something from our past and are able to approach it in a different way. Have a new appreciation for it. As we gain more experiences, more knowledgeable and more open-minded our outlook on everything around us changes. We shouldn’t criticize our past selves or judge them. I admit the first thought that crossed my mind was that my silly 16-year-old self-didn’t care much about this stuff but always acted like I had an artistic taste. My second thought was that of joy, that I was able to gain a new perspective. I shouldn’t judge the past me but enjoy the current me. I know, this may seem a bit far-fetch for anyone reading this, but I am being honest about the thoughts that crossed my mind at the time.