
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.