In an interview in 2019, just after the artist Matthew Wong committed suicide, his mother spoke of his depression. “He would just tell me, ‘You know, Mom, my mind, I’m fighting with the Devil every single day, every waking moment of my life.’” Wong was an artist for six years, from 2013 until his death, and his paintings were winning admiration for their ebullient color, their melancholy yet mystical scenes. Critics compared Wong to Milton Avery, Vincent van Gogh, and Chardin. Others raved about his authenticity. In Wong’s first U.S. museum retrospective, 50 paintings are on view, beautiful and haunting. —Elena Clavarino