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Farmhouse Garden

Olga Wisinger-Florian (Austrian, 1844–1926)

Sunlight dapples through lush greenery, brushing color across flower beds and winding paths. The garden feels alive, each stroke of the brush suggesting a breeze rustling through leaves. It’s not just a place—it’s a moment, warm and wild, where nature spills beyond the edges of the canvas.
Cottage (1932)

Zygmunt Waliszewski (Polish, 1897–1936)

A thatched roof sags under the weight of time, its wooden beams bowing like tired shoulders. Smoke curls from a crooked chimney, dissolving into the gray sky. The cottage stands stubborn against the wind, its walls holding stories in every crack.
Sunset Over Water

Joseph Mallord William Turner (English, 1775–1851)

Golden light bleeds into the water, dissolving the horizon. Clouds swirl like smoke, their edges burning crimson. The sea swallows the sun’s last embers, rippling with molten reflections. For a moment, everything is fire and liquid—then night pulls its curtain across the sky.
Santa Maria Della Salute, Venice

Konstantin Ivanovich Gorbatov (Russian, 1876–1945)

Gondolas glide past Santa Maria della Salute’s white domes, their reflections trembling in the canal. Sunlight catches the church’s baroque curves, turning stone to gold against Venice’s watery blues. The city breathes here—salt air, lapping waves, centuries of footsteps echoing across marble steps.
Sunset (1865–66)

Frederic Edwin Church (American, 1826–1900)

Golden light spills across the sky, igniting clouds in fiery hues. The horizon glows, dissolving into deep blues where land meets water. Shadows stretch long beneath the trees, their silhouettes sharp against the dying light. A fleeting moment—warmth fading, night approaching—holds its breath.
Winter Landscape (1940)

Horace Pippin (American, 1888–1946)

Bare branches claw at a pale sky. Snow blankets the ground, thick and undisturbed, swallowing sound. A lone path cuts through the stillness, its edges blurred by cold. The air feels heavy, waiting. Something lingers just beyond the trees—a presence, or perhaps the memory of one.
Printemps Rose (1908)

Henri-Edmond Cross (French, 1856–1910)

Pink light spills through budding branches, softening the landscape into a dream. Spring air hums with warmth, blurring the line between earth and sky. Every brushstroke pulses with life, as if the scene might dissolve into pure color at any moment.
Rest along the Stream. Edge of the Wood (1878)

Alfred Sisley (French, 1839–1899)

Dappled light filters through the trees, casting rippling reflections on the stream’s surface. A quiet path winds into the woods, where leaves whisper in the breeze. The water moves lazily, undisturbed—just a fleeting pause in nature’s rhythm.
Olive Grove, Saint-Rémy (1889)

Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853–1890)

Twisted olive trunks claw upward through swirling brushstrokes. The sky churns above the grove—not blue, but a feverish yellow-green. Each tree writhes with its own rhythm, leaves flickering like candle flames in the wind. The earth itself seems to tremble beneath this electric orchard.