#dusk
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Knight at the Crossroads by Viktor Vasnetsov, 1882
This comes out of the old Russian folk epics, where a rider reaches a stone that spells out which road kills him and which one ruins him. From what I can find the painter chewed on this subject for years, redoing it more than once before settling on this version, and he spent a lot of his career on folk tales and stage designs when most of his colleagues were painting contemporary life.
Erisava: Which one is more done with it, the horse or the horseman?
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Evening Mood-Lidingö by Eugène Jansson, 1900
They say he knew Munch's work from early on, and was after a feeling more than an accurate view — this reads like a mood he wanted you to sit in, not a real place.
Erisava: This looks like the last place you'd want to get stuck after dark.
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The Sower by Jean-François Millet, 1847
He painted this same striding figure more than once; the version that went to the Paris Salon and got people arguing about whether farm labourers belonged in serious painting is a different one, elsewhere. Van Gogh, apparently, copied the sower over and over for years — he treated it as something to learn from rather than something to hang.
Erisava: He's nearly the same colour as the field he's walking on. Is that on purpose?
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The Angelus by Jean-François Millet, 1858
They've stopped for the evening prayer — the bell would be ringing from that little church on the horizon. Dalí was supposedly obsessed with this picture, insisting the couple were actually mourning a dead child, and an X-ray later turned up a painted-over shape near the basket. No one seems to agree what it was.
Erisava: I can smell the dirt and the grass.
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Landscape at Dusk by Henri Harpignies, 1902
He seems to be painting almost nothing but trees his whole life, and kept at it into his nineties — someone supposedly called him 'the Michelangelo of trees', which is a lot of title for a man who mostly did quiet evenings like this.
Erisava: It's so dark I can barely see it. Is that on purpose, or has it just aged?