I always visit these three figures when I am at the Art Institute. There is a haunting loneliness about them. They are so physically close to each other—holding hands, leaning on one another—and yet something speaks to a vast distance between them.
In the words of the artist, “The thought is the eternally present fact that however closely we may be thrown together by circumstances . . . we are unknown to each other.”
The Solitude of the Soul
Art Institute of Chicago