
Lamentation of Christ (Durer)
The tiny kneeling figures in the corners are the Nuremberg family who paid for it, inserted so they could share in the grief.

The tiny kneeling figures in the corners are the Nuremberg family who paid for it, inserted so they could share in the grief.

This is only the angel. Mary received the message on a companion panel, and the two now hang together as a pair.

Coins and cards on the table and a great deal of sidelong glancing. Somebody is being cheated, and the intrigue may not be financial.

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

Christ stands with his eyes lowered while the faces around him are twisted into snarls. Matsys made ugliness do the moral work.

Christ rises with his banner while an unearthly dawn detonates behind him in bands of orange and scarlet over black crags.

A man rides a wine barrel while swimmers chase a floating pie. It was sawn off the bottom of the Ship of Fools.

Owls carried centuries of symbolism in the north, but Dürer's is mostly just an owl, looking back at you with its talons over a ledge.

Thousands are clubbed and thrown off cliffs, and Dürer paints himself walking calmly through the middle of it holding a banner with his name.

A milkmaid, a herdsman and two cows, and almost nothing happening. One of the first prints to take peasants as a subject worth the burin.

You take in the whole river valley before you notice the sower at the bottom corner, or Christ preaching from a boat behind him.

The episode appears in no Gospel at all, and Altdorfer nearly buries the figures under a forest of enormous trees and luminous sky.

The lyrical Bosch, all calm light and wide landscape, except for the small insect-demon with a human face tending a fire in the corner.

A quack in a funnel hat cuts the stone of madness out of a man's head, and what comes out is a flower.

Paris turns up as a German knight in plate armor and the three goddesses wear nothing but jewels and improbable hats.

The widow grips a red-hot iron bar unharmed to prove her husband was innocent after he had already been beheaded. Painted for a courtroom.

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

Death comes through the door while an angel points to the crucifix and a demon offers one more bag of gold. The man has not chosen.

Blindfolded and beaten while pipers play to make a show of it. Everything Italy was perfecting at that moment, Grünewald wanted none of.

A single thread of gauze links the baby, the beauty, the crone and Death holding an hourglass. Baldung was Dürer's pupil, with darker interests.

The Virgin offers the Child a bunch of grapes, which stand for the wine of his death, in an exactly observed Flemish wood.

Bruegel gives the holy figures plain faces and surrounds them with gawkers and whisperers, which makes reverence hard to come by.

A monk and a nun bawl a song over a lute while somebody vomits over the side. The boat has no rudder, which is the point.

Satire on old age aping youth, in a headdress two generations out of date. Tenniel used her for the Duchess in Alice in Wonderland.

The serpent stands upright against the tree with a near-human face, and every leaf in the garden is catalogued one by one.

In the middle panel the Child slips a ring onto Saint Catherine's finger, and on the right wing the Apocalypse breaks over Patmos.

The whole panel is a giant eye, with Christ in the pupil and the words Beware, beware, God sees. It was made for a tabletop.

Cold competence and nothing else. Holbein painted him as a near-pendant to Thomas More, whom Cromwell helped send to the scaffold.

Dürer painted it in Venice to prove a German could beat the Venetians at color, and wrote on it that it took five months.

Luke was the patron saint of painters, and van der Weyden ran the Brussels painters' guild, so this is a tribute to the trade.

He weighs gold on a fine balance and her eyes drift off the prayer book toward the coins. A small mirror catches the room.

Around two hundred children playing some eighty different games, no adults anywhere, and no particular place for the eye to start.

June or July from the same series of months, with rakes over shoulders and a girl carrying baskets of cherries toward us.

Cranach was Luther's friend and godfather to his children, and his workshop turned out this face by the score for Protestant Germany.

A crush of leering faces fills every inch, and Christ moves through the middle of it with his eyes shut.

Cat, mouse, rabbit, ox and elk stand for the temperaments held in balance, and the cat is about to pounce.

A study for an altarpiece that later burned, so the drawing has outlived the painting it was made to serve.

The Virgin is said to be the king's dead mistress, painted with a shaved forehead and one breast bared, ringed by red cherubim.

All seven sacraments happen at once inside one Gothic church, with the Crucifixion looming over the nave to show where they get their power.

Six blind men go down one after another, and Bruegel painted their clouded eyes accurately enough for doctors to diagnose the conditions.

Two pale legs disappear into the sea in the corner while the ploughman keeps ploughing. Auden wrote a poem about exactly that indifference.

A man bangs his head on a brick wall, another casts roses before swine, and over a hundred proverbs are acted out literally in one village.

Holbein arrived in England on a letter from Erasmus and painted More at the height of his power. Within a few years More was executed.

The Virgin is far too big for the cathedral because she stands for the Church itself, and real sunlight falls in patches across the floor.

Flying fish, reading toads and a burning village, and in the middle of it Anthony kneels and blesses a small Christ, entirely undistracted.

Erasmus is caught mid-sentence with the pen still moving. He sent portraits like this across Europe as a kind of intellectual calling card.

Not the betrayal but the blessing of the bread, staged in a Flemish hall on one of the earliest correct vanishing points in the north.

Dürer gave the panels to the Nuremberg council with Luther's words inscribed below, warning the city's rulers against false prophets. His last great work.

Every whisker set down separately, and in the dark eye a studio window is reflected. Dürer signed an animal study as a finished work.

A corpse in a box barely wider than itself, with no hint of resurrection. Dostoevsky saw it in Basel and said it could destroy faith.

Erasmus rests his hands on a book whose edge is inscribed The Labors of Hercules, his own joke about how much scholarship costs.

The tower is already leaning as it goes up, and Bruegel drew the cranes and ramps in enough detail that you could nearly build it.

Two men carry the porridge in on an unhinged door, the bagpiper eyes it hungrily, and the bride sits idle under her paper crown.

The wary, straight-on gaze is what a painter sees in a mirror, which is why this is probably van Eyck looking at himself.

One man lies flat on his back with his mouth open while the others cut wheat. Late summer, from the same series of months.

Van Eyck spared the old canon nothing: the stubble, the swollen hands, the spectacles. His armored saint mirrors the whole room in miniature.

Skeletons herd the living into a coffin-trap while a king clutches his gold and two lovers play music at the corner, not yet looking up.

Dürer faced himself head-on in a pose reserved for images of Christ, and wrote across the panel that he had painted it at twenty-eight.

Tens of thousands of tiny soldiers fight under a sky that curves like the whole earth. Painted while the Ottomans were pressing on Vienna.

Three weathered shepherds crowd in to look at the newborn, and when the triptych reached Florence from Bruges the local painters took note.