
The Night Watch
A militia company surges out of the shadow with a dog barking and a girl glowing among the men. Varnish, not night, made it dark.

A militia company surges out of the shadow with a dog barking and a girl glowing among the men. Varnish, not night, made it dark.

Descartes sits by a fire and doubts everything, down to whether a demon feeds him the world. What survives is the thinking, and philosophy has argued from there ever since.

Saint Ursula is on the quay somewhere, but the real subject is the light coming up the water between the palaces at dawn.

The sun sits low over a glassy harbor and floods everything. Turner admired it so much he insisted his own work hang beside it.

One oil lamp, one skull in her lap, and a flame she does not take her eyes off. Everything else is dark.

Mars sits naked and deflated in a plumed helmet with his armor on the floor, looking more like a tired old soldier.

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

Father and Son lower the crown together while the group curves into a soft heart shape. Painted for the Spanish queen's private oratory.
I will devote myself sincerely and without reservation to the general demolition of my opinions.

Richelieu appears three times on one canvas so that a sculptor in Rome could carve a bust without ever meeting him.

Wonder, love, hatred, desire, joy, sadness: six primitive passions from which Descartes builds every feeling you have, located in the body's machinery rather than condemned as sins the soul must defeat.

Teniers was the archduke's curator, and he painted the walls tiled with identifiable Titians and Giorgiones as a kind of catalogue.

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

The shepherd carries the twins home to his wife with the she-wolf still nearby. Rome's founding myth as a foundling story.
None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.