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Venus and Mars by Sandro Botticelli, 1485
The long, low shape is the giveaway, apparently: pictures built this wide were often part of the furniture — a bench back, or the panel set above a bed — rather than something hung by itself. There are wasps up in one corner that some people read as a pun on a family's name.
Erisava: Not one hair is out of place here, including on the one who's asleep.
Jacob’s Dream by Jusepe de Ribera, 1639
The story behind it is a man asleep on a rock dreaming of a ladder with angels going up and down it. Most painters put the whole ladder in, from what I've read — there's barely a hint of it here, which I think is the better call.
Erisava: Something's happening in that sky, or nothing is. What do you see?
The Maiden by Gustav Klimt, 1913
He'd walked out of the official Viennese art establishment years before this with a group who set up their own building to show in, which is roughly the world this belongs to. The reading you come across most often is that all the figures here are one girl dreaming herself into different lives — though as far as I can tell that's other people's guesswork, not anything he ever said.
Erisava: Where would you even put something this loud?
The Nightmare by Henry Fuseli, 1781
This was the one that made him, from what I've read — it caused a real stir when it first went on show, mostly because of how sexual people found it, and he painted the idea more than once afterwards. Much later people started treating it as an early go at the unconscious, decades before anyone had the vocabulary for that.
Erisava: Is this supposed to be scary, or has it tipped over into silly?
Cupid and Psyche by Jacques-Louis David, 1817
It's the story where the lover only ever comes at night and she's forbidden to know who he is. Most painters gave her a beautiful boy; here, according to the museum, he's deliberately an awkward teenager very pleased with himself, taken partly from an old Greek poem that calls him a mean-spirited brat. Painted in exile in Brussels, after the empire he'd spent years working for collapsed.
Erisava: He's grinning straight out at me. Is that meant to be unsettling?