José de la Revilla

José de la Revilla liked to wander Madrid at dusk, sketchbook in hand, scribbling the city’s half-lit plazas and crumbling arcades before dinner. He painted what he saw, not grand history scenes, but the quiet corners where laundry fluttered and shadows pooled. Look up his 1838 Plaza de la Cebada at Dusk; it’s a postcard from a Madrid that has vanished, where you can almost smell the chestnut vendors’ smoke.