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Rose with a basket (1922)
A single rose rests in a woven basket, its petals soft against the rough texture. The play of light and shadow gives depth to the simple arrangement, turning everyday objects into something quietly striking. There’s warmth in the muted tones, as if the scene holds a secret just beneath the surface.
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Lilas Mauve Dans Un Vase De Terre Jaune Et Vert (1930)
Lilacs burst from the earthen vase, their purple clusters spilling over the rim. The yellow-green vessel glows against muted shadows, holding the wild bouquet in imperfect balance. Brushstrokes blur the line between flowers and air—as if scent itself had color.
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Vase of Flowers (1909)
A glass vase overflows with blooms—some delicate, others wilting. Their petals blur between dream and decay, glowing against the dark like embers. This bouquet feels alive, pulsing with color that defies the stillness around it.
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Vase de fleurs (1905-08)
A vase overflows with blooms—soft petals blur into dreamlike hues, dissolving the line between flower and mist. The arrangement feels alive, pulsing with color that seeps beyond its edges. Not a still life, but a whisper of something wild escaping the confines of form.
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Vase De Fleurs (1910)
A burst of flowers spills from the vase, their petals soft yet electric against the dark. Each bloom hums with color, floating in a dreamlike haze where reality blurs at the edges. The arrangement feels alive—not just placed, but breathing.
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Basket of Fruit (circa 1864)
A woven basket overflows with ripe fruit—peaches, grapes, plums—their skins glowing against the dark background. The brushstrokes feel loose, almost careless, yet every shadow and highlight makes the fruit pulse with life. It’s not just a still life; it’s a feast waiting to be touched.
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Old Woman With A Chip Basket (1882)
An old woman clutches a woven basket, her knuckles rough from years of work. The weight of it bends her shoulders slightly, but her gaze stays steady—patient, resigned. The basket’s frayed edges hint at countless trips, burdens carried without complaint. There’s dignity in her weariness.
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Vase of Flowers (1916)
A vase overflows with blooms—some delicate, others bold. Their petals seem to glow against the dark, as if lit from within. The flowers don’t just sit; they hum with quiet energy, almost alive. You can almost catch their scent drifting through the stillness.
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Vase of Flowers (Pink Background) (ca. 1906)
A burst of delicate blooms rises from the vase, their petals soft against the glowing pink. The flowers seem to hover between reality and dream, their forms dissolving at the edges like half-remembered visions. Something lingers beneath the surface—not just blossoms, but whispers of color and shape.