Dali painted two works called 'The Invisible Man', as far as I know. This one fascinates me the most. Much has been said by others about how the surface calm of a picture of a gloomy, sparsely furnished room where no one seems to be present conceals the variously eucharistic and phallic deployment of loaves of bread, propped, balanced and chopped. What sticks in my mind is the room's primary source of light, that glowing patch of the moon's surface pressed right up against the window. So this is an ultra-mundane space, subject directly to the influences of our satellite's rays, a room where both lunacy and poetry, truth and the retreat from it, may propitiously be pursued. A Moonroom, complete with chair, table and bread.