
The Burial of the Count of Orgaz
Two saints lower a nobleman into his grave while his soul slips through a tear in the sky. The mourners are El Greco's own neighbors.

Two saints lower a nobleman into his grave while his soul slips through a tear in the sky. The mourners are El Greco's own neighbors.

El Greco moved the cathedral tower off its real site for the sake of the composition and lit the whole city with a green storm.

God the Father holds his dead son across his knees, the body marble-pale against blue and acid yellow. El Greco's first Spanish commission.

The sleeping apostles are sealed inside a bubble of rock while soldiers wind toward Christ in the distance, all lit by cold moonlight.

El Greco stripped out the crowd and the road and left the face and the embraced wood, a formula he repeated many times for Toledo.

El Greco split the canvas down the middle: the traders tumbling out on the left, the disciples watching calmly on the right.

Not the desert hermit but the Doctor of the Church, in cardinal's red with one long hand resting on his own translation of the Bible.

Two fingers raised in a gesture reaching back to Byzantium, one hand on a crystal orb, the face long and sorrowful and unmistakably his.