Opened within the Hermitage in November of 2015, the exhibition ‘Spanish Masters from the Hermitage’, by way of its advertising, promises much more than it delivers. While its neighbor within the museum, ‘The Portrait Gallery of the Golden Age’ delivers like no other, this exhibition leaves much more to be desired than is currently on display within it. Velasquez, it’s made it seem, should be everywhere amongst its walls' ensemble. Not that he is the only Spanish painter of pertinence; though the exhibition’s posters throughout the city lead one to believe that he, and Francisco Goya, are abound. They are not. Their workshops are. Which results in a lovely ensemble of pantings emanating from Spain, and an emptiness in the soul upon exiting the brilliantly red exhibition space. I've concluded it is a temporary filler of an otherwise temporary space; in no way does it compare to its neighboring exhibition.