
The Guitarist
A young man glances up from his guitar mid-song. Greuze usually painted tearful moral lessons, and here he simply does not.

A young man glances up from his guitar mid-song. Greuze usually painted tearful moral lessons, and here he simply does not.

Venus in a pearly sea with nymphs, tritons and putti all around, made entirely to delight and not at all to instruct.

Even the Passion gets Tiepolo's airy color and snapping banners, the whole shoving procession swept upward toward Golgotha as theater.

He is coming over the garden wall and she has just seen him, with a statue of Venus watching from above. Painted for Madame du Barry.

Louise O'Murphy was a teenage favorite of Louis XV, and Boucher painted her face-down across the cushions for private consumption.

He sings up at a window and nobody comes, while behind him a stone statue has its back turned.

For once Fragonard is not being naughty. A girl in yellow reads, and the ruff at her wrist is a few flicks of impasto.

An old man works the ropes without knowing the young man in the bushes is looking straight up her skirts. A slipper flies off.

A clown in white satin stands alone at full length with his arms hanging useless, given the scale of a grand portrait.

Couples linger on the shore of Venus's island at dusk, unwilling to board. Watteau gave it to the Academy, which invented a genre to fit it.