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Pelargoniums on the Terrace (1890 – 1899)
Sunlight spills across the terrace, warming the terracotta pots. Geraniums burst in red clusters, their leaves brushing against each other in the breeze. The air hums with quiet warmth, the kind that lingers long after summer fades.
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Ständchen (The Serenade) (1854)
Moonlight spills over the balcony as a lone musician plays below. The woman leans forward, caught between shadow and light, while her companion lingers behind. A stolen moment hangs in the air—quiet, charged, suspended between the notes and the night.
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The selector’s hut (Whelan on the log)
Sunlight dapples the rough bark of a fallen log, its weathered surface warm against the cool shadows. A simple hut stands nearby, its tin roof catching the light. The air hums with quiet heat, the stillness broken only by the rustle of leaves in the dry Australian breeze.
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The Artist’s Wife And Emilie Von Etter On The Balcony In Cannes (1891)
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.
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Le Balcon Et L’ombrelle (1904)
Sunlight filters through the umbrella’s fabric, casting soft patterns on the balcony. A woman leans against the railing, half in shadow, half in light. The scene hums with quiet warmth, the colors bleeding like watercolor on wet paper. It’s an ordinary moment, yet charged with something unspoken.
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Doorzicht onder een brug naar terrassen en een trap (1750 – 1806)
Sunlight filters through the arch of a stone bridge, casting dappled shadows on the steps below. A quiet terrace waits beyond, its empty chairs hinting at gatherings past. The scene holds a hushed expectancy, as if the next visitor might turn the corner any moment.
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View of a village from a terrace (1933)
A quiet village unfolds below the terrace, rooftops clustered under a wide sky. The scene holds a stillness, as if time paused mid-breath. Earthy tones blend with soft light, drawing the eye down winding paths between houses. Something lingers in the air—not quite nostalgia, but close.
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Porta Cumae
The ancient arch stands weathered yet defiant, its stones holding centuries of whispers. Beyond it, a sliver of light hints at landscapes unseen—what lies past this threshold remains a mystery, inviting the bold to step through.
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The Tower of Babel (Rotterdam) (circa 1563-1565)
A half-built tower spirals into stormy clouds, dwarfing the ant-like workers scrambling across its scaffolding. Below, a king’s entourage arrives—too late. The structure already tilts, its ambition crumbling under divine wrath. Bricks lie scattered like fallen pride.