ART GAME The Harbour of Boulogne (Eduard Manet) A gloomy forest of tall dark masks. A hazy moon lights up the bonnets of the children, who huddle together for warmth and safety. The night seems to linger on and on; stars glimmer in the sky as water laps the quiet shore. Will morning never come? David Howard The Houses of Parliament (Monet) The misty castle is covered by a moth bitten coat. The sun shines through the holes and burns the Thames, turning the river into molten lava. If the wind came all would sail away and sink and fall Paul Eckersley The Sacrifice of Iphegenia (Delvaux) It is so lonely and quiet in the dense dark night; the clocktower is striking the hours. A woman lies sprawled still as still can be on a damp, wooden pier. The boards steal towards the river, carry the butler who watches the ghostly train rattle by. Two stately women in ice-blue gowns sit and stand, stand and sit. Looming shadows jump out round every door and corner as one solitary woman in black enters. Lisa Schofield Bathers (Seurat) Lying on the bank are the bathers in the still of the blueness of the day; impatiently waiting for the sun to shine on them. The bathers must be an audience watching the day go by. Like the river they are bored. Samantha Kershaw