is a virtuoso display of dynamic brushwork.

In his visceral need to capture the moment,

his depiction has anticipated impressionism.

The speed at which he applied the paint

has infused the canvas with ominous terror.

The left side of the canvas is bathed in light

from a box lantern at the feet of the faceless,

hooded, firing squad of Murat, on the right:

evil is being perpetrated under cover of darkness

by the French incarnations of Death.

The Spanish victims, each a non-combatant,

standing beside three slaughtered patriots

whose bodies lie bloodied in the dirt,

show a mixture of fear, resignation and defiance.

One of them, a monk, his hands clenched in prayer,

seems to be hoping to receive clemency.

The man in the white shirt throws his arms

out wide, challenging the soldiers to shoot him

as more civilians are herded up the slope

to meet their deaths like cattle in an abattoir:

the horrors of war laid bare by an artist in despair.

Tony Dawson, 12 February 2026