
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.

Adam points at Eve, Eve points at the serpent, and the first sin turns into an ordinary comedy of passing the blame.

The brothers pause with the net still trailing fish through green water, caught between the work and the man on the shore.

The deer have almost dissolved into the crystalline planes of the wood, which is exactly what Marc was after.

Bierstadt painted this vast hunt as the herds were nearing extinction, with skulls and bones already lying across the foreground.

An enchantress sits in a wood ringed by deer, dogs, owls and a stork, which may be men she has transformed. Dossi leaves it unresolved.

Masts splintering, survivors in the surf, and the whole thing arranged for people who wanted to feel terror from a safe distance.

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.

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

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

Light drops through the oculus onto the coffered dome while tourists stand about looking small. Painted for Grand Tourists to take home.

Hicks was a Quaker preacher and sign-painter who returned to Isaiah's prophecy about sixty times. Penn signs his treaty in the background.

The room is a twelve-sided glass chamber and a torso hovers over the table. Dalí called this sort of thing nuclear mysticism.

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

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

A canvas on an easel shows exactly the landscape it is standing in front of, and therefore hides it completely.

For once Fragonard is not being naughty. A girl in yellow reads, and the ruff at her wrist is a few flicks of impasto.

A man and three boys heel a catboat over into open water, painted in the centennial year and read ever since as the country's optimism.

A juniper bush stands behind her as a pun on her name. The panel was later cut down at the bottom, taking her hands with it.
