Jeanne Mammen , Man and Medusa , 1914

Alone Looking at the Mountain by Li Po / Li Bai

All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other -
Only the mountain and I.

Drinking Alone in the Moonlight by Li Po / Li Bai

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine,
No friends at hand, so I poured alone;
I raised my cup to invite the moon,
Turned to my shadow, and we became three.
Now the moon had never learned about drinking,
And my shadow had merely followed my form,
But I quickly made friends with the moon and my shadow;
To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

Whenever I sang, the moon swayed with me;
Whenever I danced, my shadow went wild.
Drinking, we shared our enjoyment together;
Drunk, then each went off on his own.
But forever agreed on dispassionate revels,
We promised to meet in the far Milky Way.

The Solitude of Night by Li Po / Li Bai

It was at a wine party—
I lay in a drowse, knowing it not.
The blown flowers fell and filled my lap.
When I arose, still drunken,
The birds had all gone to their nests,
And there remained but few of my comrades.
I went along the river—alone in the moonlight.

Keith Haring , Untitled , 1983

Elliott Erwitt , Santa Monica, California, 1955

Ithell Colquhoun , Battle Fury of Cuchullin , 1956

René Gruau, The Blue Gloves, 1940

Fernand Lungren , In the Café , 1882

Urs Graf, Two Prostitutes Beating up a Monk, 1521

Norman Lindsay, The Party - Urs Graf Entertains & Study for Urs Graf, 1945

Eduard Tomek, Moře (Sea), 1971

Edward Hopper, Soir Bleu, 1914

Clovis Trouille, Dolmancé and His Ghosts of Luxure, 1958

"If you look for a meaning, you’ll miss everything that happens." ~ Andrei Tarkovsky

William Blake, The number of the beast is 666, 1805

Norman Rockwell, The Connoisseur, 1962