
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.

God surges out of a red cloak full of angels, and Michelangelo leaves the fingers not quite touching. The gap does the work.

The marble block had been abandoned as flawed before Michelangelo took it, and he carved a boy who is watching Goliath, not beating him.

Five nude women stare out with their faces turned into masks, and Picasso kept the canvas rolled up in his studio for years.

Bernini was in his mid-twenties when he cut this, catching Daphne at the moment bark closes over her thigh and leaves push from her fingers.

A naked boy in boots and a laurel hat rests one foot on Goliath's head, the first freestanding bronze nude since antiquity.

Manet took the pose from Titian's Venus of Urbino and gave it to a prostitute who looks straight back. The 1865 Salon was scandalized.

A naked woman picnics with two clothed men and looks calmly out at us. The Salon refused it, so it hung with the rejects.

Leonardo fixed Vitruvius's old problem by moving the centers, so that the navel governs the circle and the groin governs the square.

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

A farmer on Melos dug her up in 1820, already armless, and scholars still argue over whether she held an apple, a mirror, or her drapery.

Pliny ranked it above every other work of art, and when it came out of a Roman vineyard in 1506 Michelangelo hurried over to look.

Five figures wheel in a ring against blue and green, reduced to three colors and the strain of holding hands at speed.

Eve throws back her head and howls while Adam hides his face, the bodies heavy and casting real shadows. Michelangelo came to study it.

Nudes lounge and pipe and dance in a ring in a glade of colors nothing in nature has, a Fauve idyll from 1906.

Cézanne worked on it for years and died before he finished, bending the trees inward so they rhyme with the bodies underneath.

Eleven centimeters of limestone from beside the Danube, once tinted red, with a woven cap covering the whole head and no face at all.

Ingres stretched her spine past anything anatomy allows, and critics joked she had three vertebrae too many. He was chasing line, not truth.

A critic at the 1913 Armory Show called it an explosion in a shingle factory, and the insult followed the painting around America.

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 moments in one field: Adam and Eve reaching for the fruit, then driven out, suddenly old. The serpent has a woman's torso.

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.

Not a goddess but a real woman looking straight back, which is why the Inquisition took an interest. Goya painted a clothed version too.

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

Myron's bronze is lost and this is a Roman marble copy, which is why a strut props the leg the original held up unaided.

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

Freud sits on a wooden chair in three panels, wrenched out of shape and still unmistakably himself. Bacon painted his friend and rival.

A bare back seen from behind under even light, with a striped turban wound round the head. Ingres returned to this view all his life.

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

A girl lies face down and frightened while a hooded figure sits behind her. Gauguin said his Tahitian companion was afraid of the dark.

The title comes from Baudelaire and the technique from Seurat, but the color is already heading somewhere neither of them went.

Matisse was too ill to stand at an easel, so he cut the figure out of painted paper and called it drawing with scissors.

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

Too explicit to exhibit for over a century, it stayed in private hands behind curtains and screens. No myth, no excuse, just the body.

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

Marie-Thérèse asleep beside a sculpture of her own head and a philodendron, from the year Picasso could seemingly do nothing wrong.

Cat, mouse, rabbit, ox and elk stand for the temperaments held in balance, and the cat is about to pounce.

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

The police shut down Modigliani's only solo show for indecency, and this was among the nudes that did it.

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