Figurative Art Collection | Perfect for Wall Art, Prints - Page 46 of 93

Dame in Gelb (1899)

Max Kurzweil (Austrian, 1867–1916)

A woman in a luminous yellow dress turns slightly, her face half-hidden. The brushstrokes blur the background into softness, making her the only sharp point in a world of whispers. That dress glows like sunlight through stained glass—bold against the muted tones around her.
Mrs. Frederick Mead (Mary Eliza Scribner) (1893)

John Singer Sargent (American, 1856-1925)

A woman in black lace gazes past the viewer, her gloved hand resting lightly on a chair. The rich fabric of her dress pools around her, shadows playing across its folds. There’s a quiet intensity in her expression—neither posed nor candid, but something lingering between the two.
Ask me no more

Lawrence Alma-Tadema (English, 1836–1912)

A woman turns away, her draped gown catching the light as she lifts a hand in quiet refusal. The marble bench gleams cold beneath her, contrasting the warmth of her averted gaze. Something unspoken lingers in the space between her and the unseen questioner.
A Glance Exchanged

Frederik Hendrik Kaemmerer (Dutch, 1839–1902)

A fleeting look passes between them—charged, unspoken. The woman’s gloved hand hovers near her skirt; the man’s posture stiffens. Silk rustles, light catches a brooch. Something hangs in the air, too delicate to name.
1866 [Women’s fashion in nineteenth-century Paris] (1902)

Henri Boutet (French, 1851–1919)

A Parisian woman adjusts her gloves, the intricate lace of her gown catching the light. The folds of her skirt whisper against the cobblestones, a fleeting glimpse of 19th-century elegance frozen in time. Every ruffle and ribbon speaks of an era when fashion was both armor and art.
Her Leisure Hour (ca. 1925)

Irving Ramsay Wiles (American, 1861–1948)

A woman lounges in quiet repose, sunlight draping her form. The folds of her dress pool around her, soft against the chair. A book rests forgotten in her lap—distracted or simply lost in thought. The room hums with unspoken stillness, that rare pause between one moment and the next.
Calypso Island (1897)

Herbert James Draper (English, 1863–1920)

A lone woman stands on jagged rocks, her gown rippling like the restless sea. Waves crash below as she gazes beyond the horizon—neither welcoming nor wary, but utterly untamed. The ocean’s salt hangs in the air, and for a moment, you wonder if she’ll step forward or dissolve into the spray.
Dziecko przed domem (1924)

Tadeusz Makowski (Polish, 1882–1932)

A child stands alone before a house, their small figure dwarfed by angular walls. The scene hums with quiet tension—something unseen lingers in the stark geometry of the building, the way shadows cling to the child’s silhouette. Poland’s muted colors whisper a story half-told.
Madame Manet (Suzanne Leenhoff, 1829–1906) at Bellevue (1880)

Édouard Manet (French, 1832–1883)

A woman sits in dappled sunlight, her white dress pooling around her. The parasol rests beside her, forgotten. Shadows play across her face—neither smiling nor solemn, just present. Beyond her, the world blurs into loose brushstrokes, as if reality itself might dissolve at any moment.