
The Birth of Venus
Venus arrives on a scallop shell in a fall of roses, painted on canvas at a time when almost everyone still worked on panel.

Venus arrives on a scallop shell in a fall of roses, painted on canvas at a time when almost everyone still worked on panel.

Bacchus leaps from his chariot toward Ariadne while Theseus's ship slips off the horizon, painted for a duke's private chamber in Ferrara.

Titian woke Giorgione's sleeping Venus, brought her indoors, and had her look straight at us, probably to mark a wedding in Urbino.

Goya painted this straight onto the wall of his own house in his last bitter years and never meant anyone else to see it.

The king watches from his red bed while everything he owns is killed in front of him, on his own orders, before the pyre.

Two horsemen haul two women up onto rearing horses, and the whole canvas spins into one great X of limbs and hooves.

A real Roman boy dressed up as the wine god, heavy-lidded and slightly flushed, holding out a glass while the fruit beside him bruises.

Asked where he found so beautiful a model, Raphael said he worked instead from a certain idea of beauty he carried in his head.

Mars sleeps the sleep of the spent lover while satyrs make off with his lance, one blowing a conch in his ear without waking him.

Hersilia throws herself between the two armies with her arms out. David painted it after the Terror, arguing for reconciliation instead of oaths.

Venus twists round to hold him back and he pulls away toward the hunt that will kill him. Cupid sleeps in the shade, useless.

Zeus arrives as a shower of gold and the old nurse scrambles to catch the coins in her apron while Danae simply reclines.

Jupiter has turned himself into a grey cloud, and a dim face and hand come out of the mist to hold her.

A giant stands with his head in the clouds while everything below scatters. Whether Goya actually painted it is now disputed.

Delacroix's debut, and the damned are biting the hull. Romanticism announced itself with churning water and bodies learned from Rubens.

A satyr kneels and touches the dead woman with extraordinary gentleness while her dog keeps watch and wading birds stand along the shore.

The kneeling figure on the left is the same shape as the stone hand on the right, holding an egg with a flower coming out.

Cupid pulls back the sheet while two putti sharpen their arrows on a whetstone at the foot of the bed. Painted for the Duke of Mantua.

Oedipus leans in close to answer the riddle, and a previous contestant's foot is lying at the bottom edge as a warning.

Zeus arrives as a stream of gold coins and ornament between her thighs, and Klimt makes no attempt to be subtle about it.

Saturn bites into his own infant to stop the prophecy, the star of Saturn overhead. Goya would take the same subject somewhere much worse.

The Muses dance to Apollo's lyre while Venus's cuckolded husband fumes at his forge off to the left. Painted for Isabella d'Este's study.

The sea-monster is part fish and part beast and thoroughly invented, and some of the onlookers on the shore have started playing music.

The story runs across the canvas in stages, arrival to departure. A later owner cut Leda's head out in disgust and it was repainted.

Ascanius draws his bow on a tame stag, the shot that starts a war in the Aeneid, and Claude paints it as a calm golden evening.

An enchantress sits in a wood ringed by deer, dogs, owls and a stork, which may be men she has transformed. Dossi leaves it unresolved.

Paris turns up as a German knight in plate armor and the three goddesses wear nothing but jewels and improbable hats.

Nothing in the picture touches anything else. Dalí built it on the physics of the atom, where matter is mostly empty space.

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

Dossi swapped Apollo's ancient lyre for a modern viol, and Daphne is already sprouting into laurel in the far distance.

The shepherd carries the twins home to his wife with the she-wolf still nearby. Rome's founding myth as a foundling story.

The swan nips her hand and Leda barely reacts. Cézanne cared about the planes of the body, not the story.