The Invisibles - Yves Tanguy (1951)

Thomas B. Hess: “I knew Tanguy toward the end of his life; he was a witty, laughing, friendly man; he loved his drinks and bird call records […] Tanguy’s gentle art began aloof; it ended with requiems in which nostalgia and sentimentality are regulated to the artist’s obsession with the elegant little world he invented and then painfully, stoically, extinguished.”