
Ishtar Gate
Bulls and dragons stride across glazed brick in deep blue, raised for Nebuchadnezzar around 575 BC and rebuilt from the original bricks in Berlin.

Bulls and dragons stride across glazed brick in deep blue, raised for Nebuchadnezzar around 575 BC and rebuilt from the original bricks in Berlin.

Hundreds of tiny faces hide in the swirling rocks around Persia's first king, painted for a royal copy of the Shahnama made for Shah Tahmasp.

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

The king kills lions released into an arena to prove he can protect his people, and the dying animals are carved with startling tenderness.

Painters worked here by lamplight seventeen thousand years ago. Four boys found the cave in 1940, and it was sealed again in 1963.

A lion sniffs at a sleeper in the desert without waking her. Rousseau was a customs officer who never took a lesson.

A black silhouette plays a flute and the snakes come out of the leaves toward the music, in moonlight Rousseau invented entirely.

Every whisker set down separately, and in the dark eye a studio window is reflected. Dürer signed an animal study as a finished work.

A trapper and his son drift downriver at first light with a chained animal at the prow, the water so still it doubles them.

A green-faced peasant and a cow look at each other, and the houses behind them are upside down. Chagall grew up in Vitebsk.

Part boiler, part elephant, with a tusked hose coming out of its head. Ernst took the shape from a photograph of an African grain bin.

Broken lances lie along the receding lines of a perspective grid. Vasari said Uccello sat up all night muttering about how sweet it was.

Red-clad hunters and dogs funnel into a black wood toward a single vanishing point. One of the earliest night scenes on an Italian panel.

Marc gave his animals symbolic colors, blue for the spiritual, and looked to them for an innocence he thought people had lost.

Rousseau never left France and built his jungles from botanical gardens and prints. This one hung in the room that named the Fauves.

An eye and an ear sprout from a tree and a lizard wears a cap. Miró's Catalan farm has come apart into Surrealism.

Horses, lions, spears and men knotted into one turning mass, with a rider already thrown and about to be mauled.

The Rose Period cooling off into something graver and more archaic, the boy and horse built like figures off a Greek relief.

A bicycle saddle and a set of handlebars, joined. Picasso joked that someone might one day turn it back into a bicycle.

A bee circles a pomegranate, and in the second before waking it has become two tigers and a bayonet coming at Gala's arm.