For me, this extravagantly titled 1950 painting by surrealist Salvador Dali captures the absurdity, the innocence and the complexity of what writers do.
Writers look at the world with fresh eyes, with all the curiosity and wonder of a child.
We peel back the skin, peer beneath the surface, to discover the unexpected delights and beating heart of a subterranean world that those who coast lightly on the surface may never know.
We walk naked, exposing ourselves alongside our discoveries as we share them with the world.
We do this knowing that not everyone will like, or even understand, what we do.
As Kate Grenville writes in the excellent Griffith REVIEW:
‘Each of us brings our own experiences, memories and prejudices to a work of art and looks at it through that unique lens. We all read the same words…but we all see different things.’
I look at Dali’s painting and I see myself, a writer, doing what writers do.
What do you see?