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

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

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

Young men lounging on a riverbank in dappled light, the oldest subject in painting given ordinary modern bodies and modern poses.

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

A woman sits on the bank and puts her bare feet in the water, the whole stream broken into flickering touches of color.

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

Plain village houses on a hillside, built in solid earthy blocks. Pissarro refused to prettify the countryside and gave it structural weight instead.

She stands in a garden in a blue dress holding a watering can, and Renoir spends the rest of the canvas on light.

Two girls walking under trees, the elder leading the younger, everything blurred into one shimmer of dappled light and pale dress.

Spartan girls taunt the boys into wrestling, and Degas made the bodies awkward rather than ideal, which is not how history painting was done.

Dancers stretch while a spiral staircase cuts the corner and the frame slices figures off. Degas cared about the practice, not the performance.

Monet went to Venice late and found a city already doing what he had spent fifty years trying to paint.

Monet's own father sits among the gladioli on a terrace, and the young painter tips the space up in flat bands like a Japanese print.

Two women with parasols on a clifftop in Normandy, the grass and their dresses going the same direction as the wind.

Monet painted Westminster across the river again and again because what he actually wanted was the fog, not the building.

Critics at the first Impressionist show in 1874 said it looked like palette scrapings. The furrows are streaked with blue, violet and gold.

A dark-suited oarsman fills the foreground with his back while the water rises behind with no horizon, a design taken from Japanese prints.

Pissarro painted these boulevards from a hotel window over and over, but only once after dark, the gaslight smeared across wet pavement.

Monet set his easel up inside the station and painted the steam until the roof and the city beyond it had dissolved into it.

A basket of colored wool sits in the front, the Seine glitters behind, and the whole thing is about how good an afternoon can be.

A woman washes a child's feet in a basin, seen from above, the wallpaper and rug pushing everything flat as a Japanese print.

Two people sit shoulder to shoulder at a cafe table staring at nothing, pushed off to one side behind a run of empty tables.

Monet and Renoir set up side by side at this riverside resort and worked out the quick broken stroke that became Impressionism.

A single magpie on a gate in deep snow, the shadows tinged blue and violet rather than grey. The Salon turned it down.

Monet painted the same stacks near his house at every hour and season, so that what changes from canvas to canvas is only the light.

Monet dug the pond himself at Giverny, built the Japanese bridge over it, and then painted the place for the rest of his life.

Umbrellas cross the wet cobbles of Haussmann's new boulevards, composed with a photographic exactness his Impressionist friends had no use for.

Sunlight comes through the trees in patches over a Montmartre dance floor, a big ambitious canvas given over entirely to a Sunday afternoon.

A critic seized on the word in the title to mock the whole group, and the insult ended up naming the movement.

Fourteen of Renoir's friends linger over the wreckage of lunch above the Seine, his future wife among them, cooing at a dog on the table.

Manet worked from a real barmaid named Suzon and put her reflection in the wrong place, which people have been arguing about ever since.

Monet painted these eight murals of his pond for two oval rooms in Paris while his eyesight failed. They opened months after he died.