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Misbehaving (1897)
Two kittens tumble across a polished floor, their tiny claws scrambling for purchase. One bats at a fallen spool of thread while the other crouches, ears flattened—caught mid-mischief in the quiet glow of a domestic afternoon. The thread unravels toward the edge of the frame, trailing disorder.
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Untitled (ca. 1900)
A woman gazes past the viewer, her dark dress blending into the shadows. Light catches the delicate lace at her collar and the soft curve of her cheek, suggesting a quiet moment of reflection. The brushwork feels both precise and fleeting, as if capturing a thought just before it slips away.
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Abbildungen zu Oken’s Allgemeiner Naturgeschichte für alle Stände Pl.089 (1841)
Delicate veins branch across translucent leaves, each curve precise as a surgeon’s incision. The engraving freezes their sprawl mid-growth—not specimens pinned to a page, but living forms caught between breath and decay. Even the shadows seem to pulse.
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Natural History (Galerya obrazowa zwiérząt czyli Historya naturalna) Pl.15 (1839)
A detailed engraving of animals, their forms etched with precision—each line alive with texture and movement. The creatures seem poised between stillness and action, frozen yet dynamic. A glimpse into the wild, rendered with meticulous care.
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Girl Holding Lemons (1899)
A barefoot girl cradles lemons against her sun-warmed dress, their yellow glow brighter than the straw at her feet. Her gaze holds something between pride and hesitation—as if she’s weighing whether to share them or clutch them tighter. The fruit’s sharp scent almost rises from the canvas.
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L’aquarelliste (1890)
A woman leans over her work, brush poised above the paper. The watercolor blooms where her hand hesitates—soft edges, vibrant washes. Light catches the curve of her wrist, the concentration in her posture. Every stroke holds the quiet tension between intention and accident.
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Seaside Café (1884)
Sunlight glints off the café tables, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestones. A breeze carries the scent of salt and coffee as patrons lean into conversation, their hats tilted against the afternoon glare. The sea hums just beyond the railing, a quiet counterpoint to the clink of porcelain.
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Empress Elizabeth
The empress glows in cascading silk, her diamond stars catching the light. A frost-blue sash drapes across the gown like spilled moonlight. That gaze—regal yet restless—hints at power barely contained beneath the opulence. Every pearl on her bodice seems to tremble with unspoken ambition.
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Mother and Child (1860s)
A woman cradles her child in soft twilight, their forms blending with the muted landscape. Her hand rests lightly on the small back, fingers curled in quiet protection. The scene holds neither joy nor sorrow—just the unspoken weight of motherhood suspended in the gathering dusk.