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Oranges on a Branch (1885)
Sunlight glows through thin orange peels, their weight bending a slender branch. The fruit hangs ripe, almost heavy enough to drop. Shadows pool beneath them, sharp against the rough bark. You can almost smell the citrus, feel the sticky juice waiting to burst.
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Prunus avium_ Roe (1911)
Delicate cherry blossoms emerge from precise watercolor strokes, their petals translucent against the paper. The branch’s rough bark contrasts with soft pink flowers, each detail rendered with scientific clarity yet poetic grace. A single fruit hangs ripe, its deep red hue hinting at summer’s sweetness.
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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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Girl Holding Lemons (1899)
A barefoot girl cradles lemons against her sun-warmed dress, their yellow glow brighter than the straw at her feet. Her gaze holds something between pride and hesitation—as if she’s weighing whether to share them or clutch them tighter. The fruit’s sharp scent almost rises from the canvas.
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Girl with a basket of fruit Date (1863)
A young girl cradles a woven basket brimming with ripe fruit, her gaze thoughtful. Sunlight catches the curve of a peach, the deep red of an apple—each piece almost heavy enough to tumble free. The woven strands strain slightly under the weight, as if the harvest itself might spill into your hands.
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Still Life of Oranges and Lemons with Blue Gloves (1889)
Sunlight glows through citrus skins, their bright curves resting beside crumpled blue gloves. The gloves lie empty, fingers curled as if just pulled off. A quiet tension hums between the vibrant fruit and the abandoned workwear—something paused, unfinished. The air smells of zest and damp cotton.
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Still life with apples and bananas (1905)
Thick brushstrokes carve out apples and bananas on a muted table. The fruit feels heavy, almost tangible—their weight pressing against the canvas. Shadows pool beneath them, deepening the quiet tension between ripeness and decay. No flourish, just raw presence. A simple arrangement that hums with quiet intensity.
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Raspberries
Glossy raspberries tumble across the canvas, their plump forms catching the light. Each berry seems ready to burst, the deep reds and delicate fuzz almost tangible. A few leaves curl at the edges, adding a whisper of green to the rich, juicy scene. The fruit looks freshly picked, still holding the warmth of summer.
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The Fruit Seller
A woman arranges ripe peaches in her market stall, their golden skins catching the morning light. Around her, baskets overflow with cherries and plums, their colors vivid against the worn wood. The air hums with quiet commerce, the simple rhythm of daily life unfolding in this corner of the marketplace.