Lear and Cordelia in Prison — William Blake

Lear and Cordelia in Prison c.1779 by William Blake 1757-1827

Lear and Cordelia in Prison, c.1779 by William Blake (1757–1827)

My Father — George Adolphus Storey

My Father 1868 by George Adolphus Storey 1834-1919

My Father, 1868 by George Adolphus Storey (1834–1919)

They found the Dead Father standing in a wood, slaying | Donald Barthelme

They found the Dead Father standing in a wood, slaying. First he slew a snowshoe rabbit cleaving it in twain with a single blow and then he slew a spiny anteater and then he slew two rusty numbats and then whirling the great blade round and round his head he slew a wallaby and a lemur and a trio of ouakaris and a spider monkey and a common squid. Then moving up and down the green path in his rage he dispatched a macaque and a gibbon and fourscore innocent chinchillas who had been standing idly by watching the great slaughter. Then he rested standing with the point of his sword stuck in the earth and his two hands folded upon the hilt. Then he again as if taken by a fit set about the bloody work slaying a prairie dog and a beaver and a gopher and a dingo and a honey badger and an otter and a house cat and a tapir and a piglet. Then his anger grew and he called for a brand of even greater weight and length which was brought him by a metaphorically present gillie and seizing it with his two fine-formed and noble hands he raised it above his head, and every living thing within his reach trembled and every dead thing within his reach remembered how it got that way, and the very trees of the wood did seem to shrink and step away. Then the Dead Father slew a warthog and a spotted fawn and a trusting sheep and a young goat and a marmoset and two greyhounds and a draghound. Then, kicking viciously with his noble and shapely foot at the piles of the slain, raw and sticky corpses drenching the earth in blood on every side, he cleared a path to a group of staring pelicans slicing the soft white thin necks of them from the bodies in the wink of an eye. Then he slew a cassowary and a flamingo and a grebe and a heron and a bittern and a pair of ducks and a shouting peacock and a dancing crane and a bustard and a lily-trotter and, wiping the sacred sweat from his brow with one ermine-trimmed sleeve, slew a wood pigeon and a cockatoo and a tawny owl and a snowy owl and a magpie and three jackdaws and a crow and a jay and a dove. Then he called for wine. A silver flagon was brought him and he downed the whole of it in one draught looking the while out of the corner of his ruby eye at a small iguana melted in terror against the limb of a tree. Then he tossed the silver flagon into the arms of a supposititious cupbearer sousing the cupbearer’s hypothetical white tunic with the red of the (possible) wine and split the iguana into two halves with the point of his sword as easily as one skilled in the mystery fillets a fish. Then the Dead Father resumed his sword work in earnest slaying diverse small animals of every kind, so that the heaps mounted steaming to the right and to the left of him with each passionate step. A toad escaped.

From Donald Barthelme’s novel The Dead Father.

Smartphones — Chen Danqing


Smartphones, 2016 by Chen Danqing (b. 1953)

Resolution — Yu Hong


Resolution, 2015 by Yu Hong (b. 1966)

A Short History of Modern Painting –Mark Tansey


A Short History of Modern Painting, 1982 by Mark Tansey (b. 1949)

The Mocking of Job — Jan Mandyn


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“Suffer me that I may speak; and after that I have spoken, mock on” (Job 21: 3, KJV)

The Mocking of Job, c. 1550 by Jan Mandyn (attributed; c. 1500-1559)

“The Painting after Lunch” — Clarence Major

“The Painting after Lunch”


Clarence Major

It wasn’t working. Didn’t look back. Needed something else. So
I went out. After lunch I saw it in a different light, like a thing
emerging from behind a fever bush, something reaching the
senses with the smell of seaweed boiling, and as visible as yellow
snowdrops on black earth. Tasted it too, on the tongue Jamaica
pepper. To the touch, a velvet flower. Dragging and scumming, I
gave myself to it stroke after stroke. It kept coming in bits and fits,
fragments and snags. I even heard it singing but in the wrong key
like a deranged bird in wild cherries, having the time of its life.

St. Lucy — Domenico Beccafumi


St. Lucy, 1521 by Domenico Beccafumi (1486-1551)

On the Map — William Coldstream

On the Map 1937 by Sir William Coldstream 1908-1987

On the Map, 1937 by William Coldstream (1908-1987)

The Man with the Cubist Head — Julio Larraz 


The Man with the Cubist Head, 1987 by Julio Larraz (b. 1944)

John Jacob-Jingle-Heimer-Schmidt — John Jacobsmeyer 


John Jacob-Jingle-Heimer-Schmidt, 2011 by John Jacobsmeyer (b. 1964)

A Shepard for First Days — Jean-Pierre Roy


A Shepard for First Days, 2017 by Jean-Pierre Roy (b. 1974)

Planes, Rockets, and the Spaces in Between — Amy Sherald

Planes, Rockets, and the Spaces in Between, 2018 by Amy Sherald (b. 1973)

Judith and Holofernes — Kehinde Wiley

Judith and Holofernes, 2012 by Kehinde Wiley (b. 1977)

To Reason with Heathen at Harvest — Lynette Yiadom-Boakye

To Reason with Heathen at Harvest, 2017 by Lynette Yiadom-Boakye (b. 1977)

Janus — Michael Bergt

Janus, 2017 by Michael Bergt (b. 1956)