
Irony of the Negro Policeman
Basquiat was twenty-one and two years out of graffiti. His figure in a policeman's cap is penned in by a grid and scrawled words.

Basquiat was twenty-one and two years out of graffiti. His figure in a policeman's cap is penned in by a grid and scrawled words.

Voting on the courthouse steps with electioneering, arguing and one man too drunk to stand. Bingham had run for office himself.

Bodies lie heaped and bound under a kitchen table, in grey. Picasso left it unfinished, painted after the camps were opened.

Trumbull knew many of the men and painted their faces from life, which is why this version ended up on the two-dollar bill.

Almost every detail is wrong, including the flag and the boat, and Leutze painted it in Germany seventy-five years after the fact.

Couples linger on the shore of Venus's island at dusk, unwilling to board. Watteau gave it to the Academy, which invented a genre to fit it.

Justinian carries the bread for the Eucharist in gold and purple, flanked by men who cast no shadow and stand on no ground.

David was Marat's friend and political ally, and he laid the murdered man out in his bath with the gravity of a religious lamentation.

A lantern lights a man in a white shirt throwing his arms wide before the firing squad. Goya painted it six years later.

A screaming horse, a mother with her dead child, all in grey. Picasso painted it in weeks after German bombers leveled a Basque town.