
A Glimpse of Notre Dame in the Late Afternoon
Notre-Dame across the Seine in a few dark summary strokes, painted before Matisse's color went off and Fauvism happened.

Notre-Dame across the Seine in a few dark summary strokes, painted before Matisse's color went off and Fauvism happened.

Wilderness under storm on the left, farmland in sunshine on the right, and Cole himself down in the middle, tiny, looking up from his easel.

An empty pavilion, a few dry trees, no people at all. Ni Zan gave away his estate and spent his last years on a houseboat.

A collector loved the scroll so much he tried to have it burned with him at death. It was pulled from the fire in two pieces.

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.

A stylized river runs down the gold between two plum trees, one young and white, the other old and red, leaning toward each other.

England ignored it, but the Paris Salon awarded it a gold medal in 1824 and sent Delacroix back to rework his own canvases.

A steam tug hauls a Trafalgar warship off to be broken up. Turner refused to sell the picture and left it to the nation.

More than eight hundred figures crowd five meters of scroll, and Chinese painters have been copying and forging it for nine hundred years.

Twelve meters of blue and green mountains, ground from azurite and malachite by a court prodigy said to have died before he was twenty.