
The Guitarist
A young man glances up from his guitar mid-song. Greuze usually painted tearful moral lessons, and here he simply does not.

A young man glances up from his guitar mid-song. Greuze usually painted tearful moral lessons, and here he simply does not.

A woman slumped back on a sofa, and Degas reads the whole state of mind off the slope of her shoulders.

Rivera as a student in Europe, years before the murals, still working inside the academic tradition he would later blow up.

John stands lost in his book, wrapped in red cloth massed like masonry. One wing of an altarpiece now scattered across five cities.

One of the Impressionist canvases he owned hangs on the wall behind him. Caillebotte's money and his bequest kept the movement alive.

Botero inflated the most famous face in the world until the little mouth vanished into acres of cheek. Affectionate rather than cruel.

Dante had been dead nearly two centuries, so this is not a likeness but a verdict, struck in profile like a coin.

An inscription gives his age as ninety-three. Dürer drew him in Antwerp and used the head soon after for a Saint Jerome.

A regiment posed around its cannon like a group photograph that has gone charmingly rigid. Rousseau was a customs officer painting in his spare time.

Degas turned from dancers to financiers, catching heads bent close over documents in the crush of the Paris exchange.

They shared a Barcelona studio, and Soto was known as a hard drinker, but Picasso painted him sober and sad in blue.

President, wife, child, bishop and general, all inflated into balloons and posed with great solemnity in front of a volcano.

Not the desert hermit but the Doctor of the Church, in cardinal's red with one long hand resting on his own translation of the Bible.

Caught mid-strum with his cap askew and his mouth open, painted so fast the brushstrokes still seem to be moving.

Eleven of the painter's family on a shaded terrace near Montpellier. Bazille was killed in the Franco-Prussian War at twenty-eight.

Cocteau sits stiffly upright with his neck drawn long, one of the sharpest personalities in Paris turned into an elegant mask.

Her crossed arms are a wall against the world, and the blue does the rest. Picasso was painting the outcast and the destitute.

Beckmann had spent the war as a medical orderly, and he looks out of the shadows here like a man finished being surprised.

Memling put his sitters in front of open countryside instead of a dark ground, an idea that traveled to Italy and came back changed.

Painted in hot colored beeswax and bound over the face of a mummy. The strokes are still visible and the eyes startlingly present.