Step into the art.
15 paintings the studio has already woken. Walk the wall.
Pissarro took a room at the Grand Hôtel de Russie and painted the boulevard from the window. The trees along both pavements have just come into leaf.
Three hunters come up the hill out of the trees with their dogs, and the whole day has produced one fox. It hangs from a spear on the last man’s shoulder.
The feast is in a barn and the harvest is still stacked against the back wall. The bride sits in front of the green cloth, under a paper crown hanging on a string above her.
The tower already reaches the clouds and it is nowhere near finished. The floors at the bottom are still open shells while the top goes up in red brick.
Snow is falling hard enough to hide the far bank. At the front a man and a woman carry a bundle home.
Bruegel had put the first flakes into a European painting about 12 years before. Valckenborch followed him all his working life, and here he makes the snowfall itself the subject.
The ice is full. Nearly 200 people are out on it: skating, playing kolf, pushing sledges, riding in a horse-drawn sleigh, flirting, begging, falling over.
An old knight rides down a stony track on his own. The white cloak with a black cross means he belongs to the Teutonic Order, and he is coming home from a crusade.
Souls are going up through the dark. Angels carry them in pairs, out of the black at the bottom of the panel towards a shaft of light at the top.
A man is ploughing the near field with two horses. Another walks the edge with his apron full of seed.
A man walks a ploughed slope throwing seed, and the field takes up half the picture. Everyone else has stopped.
An empty hay cart is crossing the river at Flatford, on the Stour between Suffolk and Essex. It is heading for the meadow on the far side, where the haymakers are at work.
The river has frozen and the village is out on the ice. The thing to look at is on the right, where nobody is looking.
Van Gogh had put himself into the asylum at Saint-Rémy the month before. This is the view east from his bedroom, except the bedroom window had iron bars and he was not allowed to work in there.
Six men are holding on to a piece of mast, and the sun is coming up. Their ship went down in the night.
Your own painting, woken.
Bring a painting. The studio paints 6 seconds of motion into it and sends back a short film. $1.99 a work, once the doors open.