I’ve been building David Ligare’s website since 2007. Seventeen years of uploading new paintings, tinkering with typography, and swapping stories over lunch. Somewhere along the way, David stopped being just a client, he became a friend. And when you’re friends with a painter who reveres classical order but once crossed paths with the grand wizard of surrealism, you start hearing the really good stories.
This one is my favorite.
David was still a teenager, an art-student kid with more curiosity than bravado, when he found himself face-to-face with Salvador Dalí. Yes, that Dalí, the mustache, the cape, the human embodiment of a fever dream.
It was one of those small collisions that only later ripples across a life. David describes the moment with the same even-keeled warmth he has for everything: no theatrics, just a brush with genius that lodged itself quietly in his memory.
So here's the conversation I had yesterday with David.
