Dali and Hens
Posted by paulpriestley on 15, February 2009
The boss of Guestwho? tells me today of a possible new event. He wants me, Salvador Dali, to 
recreate my life for a hen party! Is this man mad! I don’t do chicken coops! He throws his hand in the air, ‘Salvador, Salvador’, he cries ‘a hen party is a group of girls, out for a good time, before one commits to marriage.’
I will never understand you English. Why do you call your las mujeres jóvenes, hens – they are such stupid creatures. A woman should be idolised. Like the goddess Venus.
He then tells me these hens also want me, Salvador Dali, to conduct a life class. To teach them how to draw a figure. He expects me, the greatest painter of all time, to do this.
The last time I was in a life class I was a student at the Royal Academy in Madrid. The other students were struggling, the professor went to each one and corrected their drawings to look like a woman. He came to me and gasped in astonishment, amazed at my genius, overwhelmed by vituosity.
For a few seconds he was speechless, then he said, ‘Salvador, why have you drawn a fish!’
‘Is it not obvious,’ I replied, ‘It is simple, she looks like a fish!’
Salvador Dali
