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André Breton, 1930, Man Ray
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André Breton at a Dadaist festival in Paris (March 27, 1920), wearing a sandwich board with text from Francis Picabia:
“In order to love something you have to have seen and heard it for a long time you bunch of idiots.”
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L'immaculee conception Andre Breton
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André Breton. The African Mask. 1948.
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Paul Almásy: André Breton, Atelier de la Rue Fontaine, 1962.
Andre Breton - born Feb. 18, 1896 - d. Sept. 28, 1966
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Victor Brauner Portrait of André Breton, Paris 1934
Andre Breton - born Feb. 18, 1896 - d. Sept. 28, 1966
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To like something, you must have seen or heard it for a long time, you bunch of idiots. Francis Picabia
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The traveling theaters of the seasons will have played out my life To my own catcalls A little pit had been fitted out among the footlights from which I might hiss Hands clutching the grillwork I saw against a backdrop of dark foliage The heroine nude to the waist She who committed suicide at the opening of Act One The play went on inexplicably beneath bright spotlights The stage show slowly inundated in fog And sometimes I cried out I smashed the water pitcher I had been given and butterflies flew out Rising madly to the chandeliers Pretending to be a ballet interlude drawn entirely from my own thoughts I attempted at once to slash my wrists with fragments of earthenware But they became countries in which I lost my way Impossible to retrace the thread of those voyages I was cut off by the shining loaf of bread of the sun A character wandered around the room the sole ambulatory personage Wearing a mask with my features Vilely he took the side of the ingenue and the villain The rumor spread that it had all been settled on beforehand like May June July August Suddenly the pit sank down Plunging through endless tunnels of bouquets held out at shoulder-height All wandering around of their own accord I scarcely dared slide open the door I had been granted too much freedom at once Freedom to escape in the sled of my bed Freedom to call back to life people I miss The aluminum folding-chairs lined up in front of the ice-cream stand Over which rose a dew-drenched curtain fringed with blood turned green Freedom to drive actual appearances far ahead of me It was marvelous there beneath the stage against a white backdrop appeared in fiery outline my own silhouette pierced to the heart by a bullet
“Curtain Curtain” by André Breton (19 February 1896 – 28 September 1966)
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The surrealist group in Paris, circa 1930.
From left to right: Tristan Tzara, Paul Eluard, Andre Breton, Hans Arp, Salvador Dali, Yves Tanguy, Max Ernst, Rene Crevel and Man Ray.
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nadja (1966 ed.)
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André Breton, 1930.
Andre Breton - born Feb. 19, 1896 - d. Sept. 28, 1966
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Victor Brauner (Romanian/French, 1903-1966), Portrait of Andre Breton, 1934. Oil on canvas
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ANDRÉ BRETON’s apartment at 42, rue Fontaine, Paris, France, 1968
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André Breton quote
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Andre Breton’s apartment
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“In 1936, on a France-commissioned visit to Mexico City, André Breton stated ‘I don’t know why I came here. Our art movement is not needed here…’ and proclaimed Mexico 'the most surrealist country in the world.’ Salvador Dalí agreed and swore he would never return to a country more surrealist than his paintings.”