
Apollo and Daphne
Bernini was in his mid-twenties when he cut this, catching Daphne at the moment bark closes over her thigh and leaves push from her fingers.

Bernini was in his mid-twenties when he cut this, catching Daphne at the moment bark closes over her thigh and leaves push from her fingers.

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

Bernini put the viewer where Goliath must be standing, so the sling is being wound up to throw straight past your head.

He is neither laughing nor a cavalier. The lace and gold thread on that sleeve were flicked on in a few confident strokes.

Bacon names four idols that warp human thinking: our species, our upbringing, our sloppy words, and the philosophies we inherit. Clear them away, gather evidence patiently, and nature gives up its secrets.

A married couple sitting on the grass, leaning into each other and visibly amused, which is not how marriage portraits were done.

Not a commission but a tronie, a character study made to show off. Hals catches her half-laugh before it has finished.

A single unbroken avalanche of bodies falls from a bright heaven at the top into the dark, with demons pulling them down.

Horses, lions, spears and men knotted into one turning mass, with a rider already thrown and about to be mauled.

Two shepherds stop at a skull on a plinth and read the words carved there. Guercino used the motto first, decades before Poussin.

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