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The earth invades the composition.

It occupies...

almost all of the center.

It pushes the sky up to the upper two-thirds.

On the horizon...

the earth circumscribes the water.

It holds it back.

The water itself is...

deep green in the distance, bluer near us.

And the sun.

The sun dances on the water, forming a mirrored path...

which comes to meet us wherever we are.

Open your eyes now.

Yes, the water is changing color.

And the sun is a mirrored path coming towards us. It's true!

Well...

now...

we can add your characters, if you insist.

Who?

I can see the sun!

How's that?

Why don't you ask her?

What's wrong?

I want to work on color.

I can't teach you color.

Why not? I'm willing to learn!

You know as much as I.

It was mean not to have told me before.

Do I stay like this?

Yes, that's just fine.

How do you capture such physicality without knowing...

what the body is capable of?

I never said I didn't know.

Who was the model for your nudes?

Would you pose for me?

I don't mean naked.

Marisa!

Find something to clean.

Go sweep the beach!

Lie down.

Let your head hang off the side.

Now lift your hands to push Judith away.

Pretend you're fighting me off.

It's time to go.

Calm down.

Let yourself go.

I'm hurt.

I'm sorry, Artemisia.

I didn't know.

I thought...

You've taken over my mind like no one before.

I love you.

We have to go.

Yes, madame! Here I am!

Misia, I need you.

Yes, Father. I'm coming.

The exalted lover...

held the young woman against him.

He entered her and embraced her... in the confused mixture

of forms and dreams.

Such faraway material...

so miraculously near now.

Batiste...

your master is a great artist.

I'm very happy I like his work.

It saves me from having to lie.

I have some new drawings for you. You'll like them.

You have to keep them coming.

These images lose their power quickly, unlike art.

He's found "art" with the Gentileschi girl.

Her power doesn't seem to wear off.

She's the reason Agostino won't see me.

I don't intend to beg for his respect.

See you tomorrow? What if my father...

He'll find it strange if you don't come. Tomorrow.

Do they mention the shared commission with Tassi?

I wanted to tell you...

Has this made me lose face in Rome?

It's in the past. It's almost forgotten.

But some people claim...

that you're sharing more than the frescoes.

That's untrue. I don't share in his depravity!

They say that Artemisia...

He's her teacher and she's never painted better.

But she works only for my studio, not for his.

They refer to more concrete things between them.

Dirty gossip. They're jealous of a girl...

who has the talent of a man.

Besides, she has a chaperon, and he's an honest man.

Don't listen to that nonsense.

I'm thrilled to hear it.

I brought the pigment you asked for.

Who says such things?

Our Florentine friend...

what did he teach you today?

Perspective.

Lines converge towards the horizon, like this.

You're tanned.

We were outside, painting the horizon.

And you stayed in the shade?

I was under the parasol.

It protects the canvases.

Batiste...

your master isn't coming?

He doesn't tell us everything.

You're going? But the plaster will dry!

I didn't tell.

Father?

He's gone.

Gone?

He says I'll go to jail for helping Agostino!

Promise me you didn't touch my daughter.

Promise me!

Answer! Answer me!

I trusted you. Tell me you didn't betray me.

You're my friend.

Agostino, tell me!

Why won't you answer, Tassi?

If you stole her from me, you have to keep her and marry her.

You have to marry her!

You hear me?

You can't do this to me!

Coward!

What have you done?

You let that man seduce you.

I trusted you! I love him!

And he loves me! He raped you!

No, he gave me pleasure.

Stop! Shut up! Leave her alone!

Talk to her! I can't.

If you tell them he raped you, he'll have to marry you.

Tell them? Tell who?

Don't tell me what to do.

Sleeping with my father won't make you my mother.

You...

You only want one thing.

Everything for yourself. Me and the frescoes!

A child of 15! His pupil!

Not 15! 17!

Was she born in 1593 or 1595?

It's my money he wants!

My commission for himself.

He's driven by jealousy!

I ask only that amends be made for damage done...

to an honorable name and to my daughter's reputation.

Ask Artemisia if I ever hurt her!

I love Artemisia. I love her.

And I've done her no harm.

Then why not marry her?

You'd have your beloved...

and a dowry from Orazio Gentileschi.

Don't sell me like that!

I'm a virgin. I have no reason to be here.

Where is the crime then?

Help me to protect you. I've done all this for you.

So?

She lost it a while ago.

How many times? Far from it.

Anyway, she's no longer a virgin.

Mr. Gentileschi, all you've proved up to now...

is that your daughter is a liar.

Why are you here?

My poor child, the man you love has been evil since he was a child.

Take your seat.

You may speak.

I've come alone from Florence...

to say things which, till now, I've only said to God.

My brother is a wicked person...

who must be stopped.

Continue.

I've come to spare Gentileschi and his daughter.

My brother has a wife in Florence.

A legal wife?

She left me of her own free will three years ago.

He shamed her by having relations with her younger sister.

Slander!

You ran away, but we remember in Florence.

Next witness.

Artemisia.

This is slander, Artemisia!

It was never proved.

Quiet!

And you protect him.

Artemisia, never!

A liar. All this for you.

The young painter girl.

You need a defense.

I won't let you spoil your life.

Nothing will stop Orazio.

Your sister revealed your misbehavior in Florence.

Your sentence may be severe.

My friend...

here you are in prison.

Meanwhile, she is free...

to see whomever she wants.

She's not worth it.

I can't bear to see you in jail for her.

I'll say nothing against her.

We'll save him anyway.

Is there a window in your cell?

Tell me what you see from it.

Two hills.

One runs into the other.

On one side...

near the hill that's farther away...

I can see a tree.

Our eyes follow its branches up to the sky.

Early in the afternoon...

its dark green shadow...

almost reaches a rock formation...

strikingly white...

a white too pure ever to be painted.

It would seem to spurt from the canvas.

In the evening...

when the light begins to fade...

my hills become greenish-gray...

and lose their depth...

like paper cutouts.

You hurt me.

You lied to me.

I lied in order to keep you.

I'd do anything to keep you.

Orazio is the cause of our problems.

He never lied to me.

And your past is not his doing.

If only I could erase it all.

You're part of me now.

That cannot be erased.

I love you.

Legs spread, muscles taut

Twisted faces upside down.

An arm stretches out.

A fist is raised.

A round breast escapes from a corset.

A sword strikes...

cutting with all its edge.

An eye stares.

And the color red...

erupts onto the canvas.

Here are 20 drawings by Artemisia.

All of them depict male genitalia.

Ladies, avert your eyes.

Souvenirs, perhaps, of 20 lovers.

In any case... ��

proof of her knowledge of the things of flesh.

And a violation of divine law!

I did those drawings of the human body!

The human body which God gave us!

He's lying!

It's not the work of a painter, but of a woman.

Look.

Artemisia!

She says she is virtuous...

and this is what she produces.

Artemisia sees herself as a "Judith."

A criminal.

A traitor.

And Agostino...

as the victim of her scheming.

Artemisia and Agostino.

Who is the victim of whom?

Agostino...

will you stand up and defend yourself...

before it's too late?

Wake up.

Show them into my office. I'll settle this.

Let me go!

Tie her hands.

The truth.

We will know the truth that God alone knows.

Hands together, as if for prayer.

Pretend. You're no stranger to that.

Did Agostino Tassi rape you?

I love only you.

Tighter.

Stop.

She's suffered enough! I'll tear the truth out!

I raped the virgin, Artemisia. I took her by force... and did it repeatedly,

promising to marry her.

Punish me. She doesn't deserve this!

Untie her hands.

What did I do?

Tassi of Florence...

I declare you guilty of rape.

I sentence you to two years in jail.

Artemisia, please.

We still have work to do together.

Should I help you finish the frescoes...

or paint over his?

Don't worry about me, Father.

You gave me something no one can take away.

You taught me to paint.

No, I gave you the suffering you put into your paintings, not the talent.

You made things easier for me.

You blocked the paths that might have diverted me from painting...

had I remained a respectable woman.

You've done a magnificent painting, a powerful one.

We say too much in front of paintings.

Take it down.

Excuse me?

Take all this down!

Now, I have to forget her face.

Your father wanted to save you.

If you leave, it will kill him.

No one dies of sorrow.

That's one thing I've learned.

You know I have to leave.

He knows it too.

Two hills.

Two hills running into each other.

Nearby, a single tree.

Our eyes follow it up to the sky.

In the afternoon...

its dark green shadow...

almost reaches a rock formation...

whiter than anything.

Too white to be painted...

for it would seem to spurt from the canvas.