
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.

Nike lands on a warship's prow, wings still open, sea wind pressing the marble drapery flat against her striding body.

The goddesses of the east pediment wear drapery so wet it clings. Elgin took the marbles to London in 1801 and Greece wants them back.

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.

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

Three brothers salute the swords their father holds up while the women of the house collapse at the right, four years before the Revolution.

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.

Life-size figures act out an initiation into the cult of Dionysus around three walls, buried by Vesuvius and dug out nearly intact.

Three flayed creatures crane and scream on orange grounds. Shown as the war ended in 1945, they made Bacon's reputation overnight.

Cupid's wings stay up as the two bodies cross in a weightless X, cut so smooth the marble stops reading as stone.

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

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.

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.

Painted on a convex parade shield, so the head bulges toward you at the exact instant of the scream. A showpiece gift for the Medici.

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.

Two pale legs disappear into the sea in the corner while the ploughman keeps ploughing. Auden wrote a poem about exactly that indifference.

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

A black figure with a red dot for a heart falls through blue, cut from paper because Matisse could no longer stand at an easel.

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.

Narcissus and his reflection close into a circle around a band of black water, and nothing else exists in the picture.

Mars sits naked and deflated in a plumed helmet with his armor on the floor, looking more like a tired old soldier.

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

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.

You see a sleeping woman until you walk around to the other side. Bernini added the mattress, folds and all, in 1620.

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.

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.