Figurative Art Collection | Perfect for Wall Art, Prints - Page 21 of 93

Phyllis

John William Waterhouse (British, 1849-1917)

A woman draped in flowing robes stands beneath a tree, her gaze distant yet intense. The leaves rustle softly as if whispering secrets only she can hear. Myth lingers in the air, clinging to her like the fabric that wraps around her form. Something ancient stirs in her stillness.
Mrs Carl Meyer And Her Children (1896)

John Singer Sargent (American, 1856-1925)

A mother’s hand rests lightly on her daughter’s shoulder, their white dresses glowing against the dark interior. The boy leans in, his gaze direct—a quiet tension between formality and familial warmth. The brushwork suggests movement, as if they might step out of the shadows at any moment.
Contemplation by firelight (1902)

Pierre Carrier-Belleuse (French, 1851–1932)

A woman sits lost in thought, the fire’s glow flickering across her face. Shadows dance around her, deepening the quiet intensity of her gaze. The warmth of the flames contrasts with the cool darkness, wrapping her in a moment of solitary reflection.
The Artist’s Wife And Emilie Von Etter On The Balcony In Cannes (1891)

Albert Edelfelt (Finnish, 1854–1905)

Two women lean against a sunlit balcony in Cannes, their dresses catching the breeze. One gazes toward the horizon, the other turns slightly, as if interrupted mid-conversation. The sea glimmers behind them, a silent witness to this quiet, fleeting exchange between figures bathed in Mediterranean light.
A Romance (1894)

Santiago Rusiñol (Spanish, 1861–1931)

A couple lingers in twilight, their figures blurred yet intimate. The air hums with unspoken words, the warmth of their closeness melting into the shadows. Not a scene, but a feeling—love suspended between breath and silence.
Évocation (Femme À La Montagne)

Odilon Redon (French, 1840–1916)

A woman stands before jagged peaks, her form dissolving into the landscape. The lines blur between flesh and stone, as if the mountain breathes through her. Something pulses beneath the surface—not quite solid, not quite dream.
Avant le bain (1891)

William Bouguereau (French, 1825–1905)

A young woman stands poised by the water’s edge, her body bathed in soft light. The folds of fabric cling to her skin, hinting at movement just begun. There’s a quiet tension—the moment before immersion, when air still touches flesh and the surface remains unbroken.
Mrs. Thomas Hastings (circa 1901)

John White Alexander (American, 1856–1915)

A woman in black lace gazes past the viewer, her poised elegance softened by the hint of a distant thought. The delicate fabric drapes around her, catching light and shadow with quiet grace. There’s something unspoken in her stillness—neither melancholy nor joy, but a private world just beyond reach.
Indian Rider (1918)

William Robinson Leigh (American, 1866–1955)

A lone rider leans into the wind, his horse’s mane whipping like prairie grass. The land stretches vast behind them—untamed, endless. No words, just motion. Where they’re bound, only the dust knows.