Impressionism Art Collection | Perfect for Wall Art, Prints - Page 5 of 16

Les Pommiers En Fleurs (1890)

Alfred Sisley (French, 1839–1899)

Blossoms burst white against the sky, branches swaying with spring’s first warmth. The orchard hums with delicate light, petals catching the breeze like scattered confetti. Between the trees, patches of fresh grass glow emerald—a fleeting balance of color and movement before summer’s heavy green takes over.
Still Life with Apples and Pitcher (1872)

Camille Pissarro (French, 1830–1903)

Sunlight glows through ripe apples clustered beside a simple pitcher. Brushstrokes blur the line between fruit and vessel, their forms dissolving into dappled color. The ordinary becomes luminous—weightless yet solid, fleeting yet enduring.
In the Bois de Boulogne

Berthe Morisot (French, 1841–1895)

Dappled light filters through the trees, brushing the path with gold. A woman strolls beneath the shifting canopy, her dress catching the breeze. The Bois de Boulogne hums with quiet life—leaves rustle, shadows dance. Paris feels both near and far in this green pocket of stillness.
The Little Worker (1902-1912)

Helen Galloway McNicoll (Canadian, unknown)

A young woman bends over her work, sunlight pooling around her. The brushstrokes blur her form slightly—not hurried, but absorbed. The room feels quiet except for the rustle of fabric, the weight of daily labor softened by the way the light touches everything.
Antonin Proust

Édouard Manet (French, 1832–1883)

A confident gaze meets the viewer, the dark suit and crisp white shirt framing a face alive with intelligence. Loose brushstrokes suggest movement, as if the sitter might lean forward any moment to speak. The background dissolves into shadow, pulling focus to those sharp, observant eyes.
Un mardi, soirée chez Madeleine Lemaire (1910)

Henri Gervex (French, 1852–1929)

Candlelight flickers across silk gowns and polished wood. Glasses clink amid murmured conversations, the air thick with perfume and cigar smoke. A woman leans in, her laughter lost in the hum of the soirée—just another Tuesday night in Madeleine’s glittering salon.
A bouquet of poppies by the window

Olga Wisinger-Florian (Austrian, 1844–1926)

Sunlight spills through the window, igniting the poppies’ crimson petals. Their delicate stems bend slightly, as if whispering to each other. The bouquet pulses with life against the soft blur of the room beyond—a fleeting dance of color and light.
Mrs. Cecil Wade (1886)

John Singer Sargent (American, 1856-1925)

A woman in white leans forward, her gloved hand resting lightly on a table. The brushstrokes blur the background into softness, making her poised figure the only sharp thing in the room. There’s a quiet intensity in her gaze—like she’s just paused mid-conversation to consider something unspoken.
In the Poppy Field, Auvers-sur-Oise

Charles Sprague Pearce (American, 1851–1914)

Poppies sway in a sunlit field near Auvers-sur-Oise, their red petals brushing against wild grasses. The breeze carries the scent of earth and blooms, blurring the line between meadow and sky. A fleeting warmth lingers in the air, as if summer itself could be held in one glance.