
Mediterranean Landscape
The whole coast reduced to a few flat zones of color and some quick line. Picasso old, settled in the south, and enjoying himself.

The whole coast reduced to a few flat zones of color and some quick line. Picasso old, settled in the south, and enjoying himself.

Hot pinks and oranges laid on freely, a year before Cézanne and Picasso's Demoiselles sent Braque off toward Cubism instead.

Two elephants carrying obelisks on legs far too spindly to hold them, which is the entire effect and it works.

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

Christ preaches from a hilltop and is almost too small to find. Claude was really painting the hills, the water and the distance.

A man and a white horse in a Tahitian grove, painted on Gauguin's first stay, flat and warm and looking for a paradise.

Green and rose slopes flattened into bold shapes, with rather less interest in what the island actually looked like than in the color.

One puff of steam drifts across a curving shoreline, the modern world putting a small mark on a landscape that had none.

Boats and masts broken into tilting green and brown planes, painted while Braque and Picasso were building Cubism out of Cézanne.

Red New Mexico hills roll across the canvas with a few flowers brought right up close, the vast and the fragile in one frame.

Bacon started from a snapshot of a friend dozing in a park and then removed the head, the identity and the ease.

Dalí went back to his own melting watches and broke the ground beneath them into floating bricks, for the atomic age.

Eden on one side of the rock arch, blasted wilderness on the other, and Cole lets the landscape carry the entire moral argument.

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

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

A Union officer faces three captured Confederates and the two halves of the country study each other. Homer had covered the war as an illustrator.

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.

A gilded low sun hangs over the road and the orange trees are heavy with fruit, an early attempt at real morning light across a landscape.

A shepherd twists onto his back and throws up a hand against the glare. One of the first real night scenes in Western art.