
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.

Hals left this militia portrait unfinished and another painter finished the right-hand figures, a join you can still see if you look.

A headless official takes advice from an industrialist, a blinkered donkey listens above, and a dollar sign has blotted out the sun.

Naked conscripts showering in a barracks under a mounted officer, painted after the army service that broke Kirchner down.

Moustached men in striped jerseys leap for a ball among autumn trees, playing the new game of rugby as though it were slow ritual.

A Union officer faces three captured Confederates and the two halves of the country study each other. Homer had covered the war as an illustrator.

Degas turned from dancers to financiers, catching heads bent close over documents in the crush of the Paris exchange.

Manet cut up the original canvas because he was unhappy with it, and this is one of the surviving pieces.

A regiment posed around its cannon like a group photograph that has gone charmingly rigid. Rousseau was a customs officer painting in his spare time.