
Where Do We Come From What Are We Where Are We Going
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.

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.

Turner took the Zong case, where a slaver threw its human cargo overboard for the insurance money, and set it under his most beautiful sunset.

Three famous women of 1790s Edo on mica ground, their faces nearly identical, so you have to read them from the tilt of an eye.

Copley painted the silversmith in his shirtsleeves at the bench with a teapot in his hand, which was not how gentlemen were usually shown.

Luke was the patron saint of painters, and van der Weyden ran the Brussels painters' guild, so this is a tribute to the trade.

No landscape, no story, just a man in patched brown wool holding a skull and one shaft of light finding him in the dark.

Eden on one side of the rock arch, blasted wilderness on the other, and Cole lets the landscape carry the entire moral argument.