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Misbehaving (1897)
Two kittens tumble across a polished floor, their tiny claws scrambling for purchase. One bats at a fallen spool of thread while the other crouches, ears flattened—caught mid-mischief in the quiet glow of a domestic afternoon. The thread unravels toward the edge of the frame, trailing disorder.
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Das Stubenmädchen
A young maid pauses mid-task, her apron slightly rumpled. The quiet tension in her stance suggests a moment stolen between duties, a fleeting second of stillness in the daily grind. The dim light catches the folds of her uniform, hinting at untold stories behind the domestic scene.
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Jeune Femme Nue Se Coiffant Dans Un Intérieur (1887)
A woman stands before a mirror, her body bathed in soft light. One hand lifts to arrange her hair while the other rests at her side—unhurried, private. The reflection blurs slightly, as if caught between motion and stillness. The room holds its breath around her.
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Reverie (1883)
A young woman leans against a velvet chair, lost in thought. The folds of her satin gown catch the light as she gazes past the viewer, her expression unreadable. A single rose rests on the table beside her, its petals just beginning to wilt. The room feels suspended in quiet anticipation.
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Interiør med kunstnerens hustru, der står ved en kommode og læser
A woman stands by the dresser, absorbed in her book. The quiet room holds the weight of her stillness—lamplight pools on wood, shadows cling to corners. Nothing moves but the turning page.
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La Toilette
A woman adjusts her hair before a mirror, bathed in soft light. The reflection blurs the line between observer and observed. Lingerie drapes over a chair, hinting at intimacy interrupted. The scene feels both private and staged—a fleeting moment caught between preparation and performance.
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Jeune femme dans l’intérieur
A woman sits in a sunlit room, her posture relaxed yet poised. Warm light spills across the floor, catching the folds of her dress. The air feels still, intimate—like a quiet afternoon suspended in time. There’s something unspoken in her gaze, just beyond reach.
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A Solicitation (1878)
A woman leans forward on a marble bench, her fingers tracing the edge of an open letter. Sunlight spills across the mosaic floor, catching the folds of her draped gown. The air hums with unspoken tension—a quiet plea hangs between the words on the page and her lowered gaze.
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The other door (1917)
A dim interior, a door slightly ajar—light spills across the floor, hinting at what lies beyond. The space feels paused, waiting. Shadows cling to the edges, deepening the mystery of that half-open threshold.