
Primavera
Venus stands in an orange grove while the Graces dance and spring arrives at her right. The meadow holds hundreds of identifiable plants.

Venus stands in an orange grove while the Graces dance and spring arrives at her right. The meadow holds hundreds of identifiable plants.

A man stands on a summit with his back to us, looking out over fog, so that we end up looking at what he sees.

A winged figure sits with her compass idle among abandoned tools, and no print in history has drawn more scholarly argument.

Gauguin thought he was dying and meant this to be his last work, reading right to left from a sleeping infant to an old woman.

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

Skeletons herd the living into a coffin-trap while a king clutches his gold and two lovers play music at the corner, not yet looking up.

An incubus squats on a sleeping woman's chest while a wild-eyed horse pushes through the curtains. It made Fuseli famous immediately.

A marble head, a red rubber glove and a green ball hang together on a wall, and a train goes by in the distance.

A girl with a reptile's body offers a honeycomb and Time pulls back a curtain. The cold puzzle was probably a gift for the French king.

Two women sit at either end of a sarcophagus full of water, and it is the naked one who stands for sacred love.

A man bangs his head on a brick wall, another casts roses before swine, and over a hundred proverbs are acted out literally in one village.

Six blind men go down one after another, and Bruegel painted their clouded eyes accurately enough for doctors to diagnose the conditions.

One enormous eye with a cloudy sky for an iris. Whether it is looking out or reflecting back is the question.

The whole panel is a giant eye, with Christ in the pupil and the words Beware, beware, God sees. It was made for a tabletop.

Death stands at the left in a patterned robe holding a club, watching a heap of sleeping people who have not noticed him.

Hicks was a Quaker preacher and sign-painter who returned to Isaiah's prophecy about sixty times. Penn signs his treaty in the background.

A monk and a nun bawl a song over a lute while somebody vomits over the side. The boat has no rudder, which is the point.

A single thread of gauze links the baby, the beauty, the crone and Death holding an hourglass. Baldung was Dürer's pupil, with darker interests.

Death comes through the door while an angel points to the crucifix and a demon offers one more bag of gold. The man has not chosen.

Hercules bolts from Vice toward Virtue and gashes his leg on the thorns of the harder road as he goes.

Divine Wisdom looks up and Hercules looks down at a scatter of crowns and jewels, which is the entire argument of the picture.

A head made of cracked bark and bare twigs, standing for the dying year and, flatteringly, for a Habsburg dynasty that stays evergreen.

A man rides a wine barrel while swimmers chase a floating pie. It was sawn off the bottom of the Ship of Fools.

A cucumber nose, a peach cheek, a garlic-clove ear, and Arcimboldo's own name woven into the collar of plaited straw.

A head of pears and pomegranates crowned with grapes, sitting in a split wooden barrel bound with willow hoops. The season of the wine harvest.

Rosebud lips, a lily for a nose, and hair made of tulips and peonies. The freshest and most delicate of the four seasons.

An old man on two sticks, with Aun aprendo written underneath. Goya drew it in exile and failing health, near the end.