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Le Quai aux fleurs. 4ème arrondissement (1890-1900)
Sunlight glints off the Seine, softening the stone quay. Flower stalls burst with color against the gray cobbles—crimson, gold, violet—their petals trembling in the river breeze. Paris hums beyond the canvas, just out of sight.
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Anémones et mimosas (1943)
Bold fauvist strokes ignite a riot of color—anemones burst crimson against golden mimosa, their petals almost vibrating off the canvas. The flowers don’t sit; they pulse with wild energy, as if the vase might shatter from sheer vitality.
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Parterre fleuri
A burst of flowers spills across the garden, their colors vibrant against the soft earth. The scene hums with quiet energy, as if the petals might tremble in the next breeze. Light lingers between the blooms, inviting you to step closer and lose yourself in their untamed beauty.
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Large Green Vase with Mixed Flowers (1910 – 1912)
A green vase overflows with blooms—some delicate, others bold—their petals almost trembling against the dark. The flowers seem to whisper secrets, their colors glowing like fragments of a dream.
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Gathering Flowers in a Devonshire Garden
A woman kneels among blossoms, her hands brushing petals as sunlight filters through the leaves. The garden hums with color—pinks, whites, greens—as she gathers flowers into her skirt, lost in the quiet rhythm of picking. The air feels warm, alive with the scent of crushed stems and earth.
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Flower of God
An angel kneels in golden light, cradling a luminous blossom. Its petals glow like stained glass, radiating divine warmth. The figure’s wings tremble slightly, as if the flower’s weight transcends mere physical form. Every brushstroke hums with quiet reverence—this isn’t just a flower, but sacred light given shape.
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Three girls gathering roses
Three girls bend among thorny stems, fingers brushing petals still damp with morning. Their skirts catch on brambles as laughter tangles with the scent of crushed roses. One holds a bloom to her cheek, its blush matching hers. The garden hums with stolen moments, ripe and fleeting as summer.
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Crocuses with Snowy Mountains Behind (1897)
Delicate purple crocuses push through the snow, their petals bright against the looming white peaks. Winter’s grip lingers in the shadows, but spring whispers beneath the frost. The mountains stand silent, watching life stir at their feet.
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Blumenstrauß in brauner Tonvase (ca. 1900 – 1916)
A loose bouquet spills from a brown vase, petals soft yet vibrant against the muted tones. The flowers seem to hover between dream and decay, their delicate forms dissolving at the edges. Something lingers beneath the surface—not just blossoms, but whispers of color and shadow.