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Arranging the Tulips (before 1928)
Soft light spills across the table, illuminating a cluster of tulips in mid-arrangement. Their petals—crimson, gold, and cream—curl slightly at the edges, as if caught between the vase and the gardener’s hand. The stems lie scattered, waiting to find their place.
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Irises in a white flower-vase (1920)
Purple irises burst from a white vase, their petals curling like flames. The brushstrokes feel alive—loose yet deliberate. Shadows pool beneath the blooms, grounding their wild energy. It’s not just flowers; it’s a quiet rebellion against stillness.
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Blumenstillleben (1834)
Vibrant petals spill across the canvas—roses heavy with dew, tulips curling at the edges. The bouquet feels alive, as if plucked from a sunlit garden moments ago. Dark leaves twist against soft blooms, their shadows pooling like spilled ink. A quiet riot of color, poised between freshness and decay.
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Dziewczyna z girlandą kwiatów (1922)
A girl stands solemnly, crowned by a garland of flowers. The blossoms frame her face like a fragile halo, their brightness contrasting with her quiet gaze. There’s weight in her stillness—something unspoken lingers between youth and the weight of the wreath upon her head.
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Vase of White Lilacs and Roses (1883)
Loose white lilacs tumble over the vase’s edge, their petals brushing against tight pink rosebuds. The flowers seem caught mid-movement, as if they might spill onto the table at any moment. A single fallen petal rests on the dark surface below.
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The Rose
A woman holds a single rose, its petals soft against her fingertips. The light catches the delicate folds of her dress, framing the quiet intensity in her gaze. There’s something unspoken in the way she cradles the flower—a moment suspended between offering and keeping.
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The Birth of the Rose (1925)
A crimson rose unfurls from golden mist, petals trembling at the threshold between dream and flesh. A woman’s outstretched fingers hover near the bloom—not picking, not painting, but midwifing its impossible arrival into the world. Thorns curl like protective talons around the newborn flower.
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Vase of Flowers (c. 1905)
A vase overflows with blooms—soft petals blur into dreamlike hues, their forms dissolving at the edges. The flowers seem to breathe, caught between reality and something stranger, as if they might fade into the air or grow roots through the table.
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Almond tree in blossom
Branches burst with delicate white blossoms against a sky of swirling blue. Each petal seems to tremble with life, the tree’s gnarled limbs softened by spring’s touch. Light dances through the flowers, a fleeting celebration of renewal.