What a magnificently shining and purely white wild horse! She, as if, underestimated the virile muscles of the jaguar embracing her. She is looking at us. She, as if, feels her impeccable beauty and, as if, doesn’t know that the jaguar’s teeth are already kissing and pressing her flesh. She senses that the admiring eyes of the jungle is upon her, but she already feels the wetness of her blood. Poor grace – poor beauty. No one here in the wild jungle will come to her rescue.


Henry Rousseau, “Tiger in a Tropical Storm – Surprised”, 1891

The tiger here is, obviously, a militant neo-conservative. He doesn’t live in civilization – for him who is the strongest creature around – the world is not reliable, everything here is dangerous without reasons. He is irritated and furious that the storm has “dared” to bother him: is trying (in his mind) to belittle and undermine his power. Continuation of the storm will make him not only bite the trees and branches and tear apart leafs, but will drive him to bomb the world and its inhabitants.


Henri Rousseau (1844-1910)