
Water Lilies (Nympheas Cycle)
Monet painted these eight murals of his pond for two oval rooms in Paris while his eyesight failed. They opened months after he died.

Monet painted these eight murals of his pond for two oval rooms in Paris while his eyesight failed. They opened months after he died.

American customs taxed it as industrial metal until Brancusi v. United States in 1928 forced the law to recognize abstract sculpture as art.

The words under the pipe are correct, since a painting of a pipe is not a pipe, which is the whole and entire joke.

A harlequin, a Pierrot and a monk in flat interlocking shapes that look cut from paper. Synthetic Cubism at its grandest and most deadpan.


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.

Picasso's classical calm breaks here into something jagged and violent, the limbs flung out almost crucified, set off by the death of an old friend.

Circles, triangles and floating lines arranged with the precision of a score. Kandinsky painted it while teaching at the Bauhaus, his storms over.

Three nudes turned on a lathe, smooth and tubular, laid out among furniture built to match. The odalisque redone for the age of the factory.

A cat plays a guitar and an eye drifts past on a stalk. Miró said the hallucinations of hunger in his Paris studio fed the picture.

One enormous eye with a cloudy sky for an iris. Whether it is looking out or reflecting back is the question.

One cup of coffee, one glove still on, and a window behind her that reflects nothing but two rows of ceiling lights.

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

She painted herself at the wheel in leather helmet and gloves for a German fashion magazine, and invented the look of the Jazz Age.

Goyo oversaw every stage of his prints himself and finished only a handful before dying young. This is the one everyone knows.

Her male colleagues doubted a woman could paint the city, so O'Keeffe painted the city, with a moon caught between two dark buildings.

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

Small colored blocks stack up into a town like stained glass, with a red sun above. Klee taught at the Bauhaus and kept the whimsy.

A murdered woman on a divan, a calm man listening to a gramophone, and two men with a club and a net waiting outside the door.

Firpo has just punched Dempsey clean out of the ring and into the laps of the reporters. Bellows painted the exact instant.

The odalisque rebuilt in the machine age, all gleaming curves against deep red, sensual and cold at exactly the same time.

Beckmann had spent the war as a medical orderly, and he looks out of the shadows here like a man finished being surprised.

Two heavy young men press close together over a letter, and the intimacy is usually read as a memorial to Apollinaire.