
Artillerymen (Rousseau)
A regiment posed around its cannon like a group photograph that has gone charmingly rigid. Rousseau was a customs officer painting in his spare time.

A regiment posed around its cannon like a group photograph that has gone charmingly rigid. Rousseau was a customs officer painting in his spare time.

Moustached men in striped jerseys leap for a ball among autumn trees, playing the new game of rugby as though it were slow ritual.

Monkeys look out from between giant leaves in a jungle Rousseau assembled from the Paris botanical gardens, the zoo, and illustrated books.

Rousseau never left France and built his jungles from botanical gardens and prints. This one hung in the room that named the Fauves.

A black silhouette plays a flute and the snakes come out of the leaves toward the music, in moonlight Rousseau invented entirely.

Rousseau painted this in the last year of his life and explained that the woman on the sofa is dreaming herself into the jungle.

A lion sniffs at a sleeper in the desert without waking her. Rousseau was a customs officer who never took a lesson.