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Etruscan Vase with Flowers (1900–1910)
A delicate Etruscan vase overflows with vibrant blooms, their petals soft yet electric against the muted background. The flowers seem to pulse with quiet energy, as if holding secrets just beyond reach.
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Field Of Blossoms (1927)
A sea of wildflowers stretches under open sky, petals trembling in the breeze. The colors blur where earth meets horizon—no path, no fence, just this unchecked bloom. You can almost hear stems rustling, smell the damp green beneath the blossoms. Spring here feels endless.
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Ophelia (1906)
Ophelia floats, pale among the water lilies. Her hair fans out like dark roots, tangled with blossoms. The pond swallows her slowly—petals drift where breath should be. Shakespeare’s drowned girl becomes weightless here, sinking through green shadows into something quieter than sleep.
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Flowers in a Vase (c. 1910)
Soft petals blur into dreamlike hues, floating weightless above the vase. The flowers seem to breathe, their colors shifting between memory and imagination. A quiet tension lingers—are they blooming or fading? The vase anchors them, yet they strain toward something unseen.
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Woman And Roses (1879)
A woman in a flowing gown stands surrounded by roses, their petals spilling over her arms. The soft folds of her dress mirror the delicate blooms, as if she’s become part of the garden itself. Light catches the silk and velvet, blending her elegance with the flowers’ quiet riot of color.
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Flower Beds, Central Park (circa 1890)
Sunlight dapples through the trees, catching the bright clusters of blooms along the path. The flower beds burst with color against the park’s green expanse, a quiet riot of petals where city meets nature. Strollers pause, drawn by the vivid contrast between cultivated beauty and wild growth.
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Fleurs dans un pot (Roses et brouillard) (1878)
Soft petals blur into mist, their edges dissolving like morning fog. The vase anchors them—just barely—amid swirls of color that pulse with life. These roses aren’t still; they breathe.
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Go Lovely Rose! Tell her that Wastes her Time and Mine
A woman cradles a rose, her gaze distant. The petals mirror her delicate features, both poised between bloom and decay. Time slips like water through her fingers—the flower’s message urgent, unheeded.
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Girl in Blue Arranging Flowers (1915)
A woman in a blue dress leans over a table, her hands gently arranging a burst of blossoms. Sunlight spills across the scene, softening the colors—her dress, the petals, the quiet corner of the room. It’s an ordinary moment, yet alive with quiet attention.