By taking the image into the subconscious, into the electric impulses, into the abstract world of the mind and the memory the artist known as Salvador cut into our very core. Dali was a money grabbing monster. A charlatan that loved Fascism and nonsense of the kind that was bourgeois and ridden by class divide. Salvador Dali defied explanation and interpretation. Dali defined the surrealist movement of the early 20th century. Dali made us connect to the plate that was empty but full of ideas that were not ours.

Thank you to Self Made Hero and Boudoin. Both have crafted a piece of art. One has allowed its release and the other has crafted it. Boudoin might overload narrative timelines in places and this causes a rush to the exit, a clash of important topics and themes in a life complex and ridden with chaos. Take the images and the merge of voice and vision, Boudoin is a master of the art of the visual story, the information of a life with the eye of the creator. My problem is not just the lack of a focus on the money making end to a life lead with vim but its utter avoidance as if to cement the Dali dream and not the truth of his works.

This review is like Dali’s life. Schizophrenic in his inability to be fixed to a strand. Surreal layers of art fix the core of the piece and these are rewarding. They add to the texture of a history by making it real in its distortion. The remarkable thing is that even with the omissions and the extras it really works as an art piece. Self Made Hero have searched out great artist life stories. Some have been excellent and outstanding but this is the best so far. Dali comes across as a unique voice, that was dynamic, dramatic and delirious. He loved and was loved, hated and was hated. He had intellect and passion, dreamt big but constructed small detail. Left us breathless and was in himself left with little at the end. Boudoin crafts this work so well as to translate all of this over to us, without having to force, coerce or hammer in his points.