
Ecstasy of Saint Teresa
Bernini staged the saint's own account of her vision as theater, lit from a window he hid above and watched by marble spectators in boxes.

Bernini staged the saint's own account of her vision as theater, lit from a window he hid above and watched by marble spectators in boxes.

Light follows Christ's pointing hand across a dim counting-room to Matthew, who gestures at himself in disbelief. The picture made Caravaggio famous overnight.

Judith and her maid hold Holofernes down together and work the blade through his throat. Artemisia painted it a decade after her rape trial.

Three moments run in a single frame: the tax demanded, Peter pulling the coin from a fish, and Peter paying up at the right.

An incubus squats on a sleeping woman's chest while a wild-eyed horse pushes through the curtains. It made Fuseli famous immediately.

The surgeon turns from the open incision to lecture, scalpel still bloody, while a woman at the side covers her eyes. Philadelphia was appalled.

The scales in her hand are empty and perfectly level, and the painting on the wall behind her is a Last Judgment.

The officer's hat and back loom enormous in the foreground while the girl sits small and bright beyond, which is exactly how the eye works.

Daylight from a window, firelight from a hearth, and a great spiral staircase winding up into the dark between them.

A door opens straight onto the water with no shore in between, and the only other thing in the picture is sunlight on a wall.

Christ as a boy holds a candle for his father and the flame glows red through his fingers, which is the whole subject.

No landscape, no story, just a man in patched brown wool holding a skull and one shaft of light finding him in the dark.

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

Rembrandt was barely in his twenties and using his own face as a laboratory for light. Dozens more would follow over forty years.

A child-angel leans toward the sleeping old man, its small fingers glowing translucent where they pass in front of the candle flame.