Books

  • The Story Book (1877)

    The Story Book (1877)

    William Bouguereau (French, 1825–1905)

    A young girl sits absorbed in a book, her bare feet tucked beneath her. Sunlight spills across the pages as she leans forward, lips slightly parted—caught between reading the story and living it. The worn cover hints at countless afternoons spent just like this, lost in words.

  • Lady Reading A Book (1876)

    Lady Reading A Book (1876)

    Attilio Baccani (Italian, unknown)

    A woman sits absorbed in her book, the pages catching soft light. Her posture leans slightly forward, fingers resting on the text. The quiet intensity of her focus fills the space around her—no distractions, just the slow turn of a page.

  • Seated Lady with a Book (1877)

    Seated Lady with a Book (1877)

    Albert von Keller (German, 1844–1920)

    A woman sits absorbed in her book, the pages catching the light. Her posture is relaxed yet intent, the quiet concentration of someone lost in thought. The folds of her dress drape softly around her, as if time has paused just for this moment.

  • Books And Art Maternity (1917)

    Books And Art Maternity (1917)

    Edmund Blair Leighton (English, 1853–1922)

    A woman sits absorbed in a book, one hand resting on her rounded belly. Sunlight spills across the pages as her other hand absentmindedly traces an open sketchbook beside her. The quiet intimacy of reading merges with the unspoken anticipation of motherhood.

  • Three books (1887)

    Three books (1887)

    Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853–1890)

    Three worn books lie stacked, their spines cracked and pages yellowed. Thick brushstrokes give weight to each volume, as if they’ve been read a hundred times. The colors—deep blues, muted greens—hint at stories waiting inside. No titles, just the quiet presence of well-loved books holding their secrets.

  • The Bookworm (circa 1851)

    The Bookworm (circa 1851)

    Carl Spitzweg (German, 1808–1885)

    A hunched figure perches precariously on a ladder, utterly absorbed in his book. Towering shelves crammed with volumes surround him, their spines glowing in warm lamplight. One slippered foot dangles absentmindedly as he leans deeper into the pages, oblivious to the world beyond his literary cocoon.