Antoine Candau is somewhat self-deprecating when he says that he searches for elusive pieces of art for customers who have ceased to exist. He has been a familiar figure on the art scene since the mid-1980s. He first established himself as a “talent spotter”, and a good one too, but later became more of a discreet “treasure hunter”. His finds, ranging from Middle Age marvels to contemporary design pieces, regularly ended up in the display cases of the world’s museums and art fairs, and he also ran galleries in Paris and London. But what is Antoine trying to tell us as he extols the sublime work of a 97-year-old artist who shared essential messages on happiness and the beauty in things? Is it really surprising that this art expert, renowned for unearthing budding talents, should cast new light an overlooked artist as he invites us to ponder on the workings of fame?