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In the Conservatory (1879)
A woman in a striped dress leans against a chair, her gaze distant. Beside her, a man in a dark suit smokes, eyes downcast. Sunlight filters through the conservatory’s glass, casting dappled shadows on their faces—an ordinary moment thick with unspoken tension.
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The Veteran (Portrait of George Reynolds) (Probably 1885)
The old soldier’s face is carved with deep lines, each wrinkle a silent witness to battles long past. His gaze holds something unspoken—not pride, not regret, but the weight of years carried in stillness. The uniform hangs loose, a relic of another time.
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Le grand Oiseau de Paradis, éméraude, mâle (1806)
Emerald plumage shimmers against parchment, each feather meticulously rendered. The bird of paradise arches its neck, tail plumes cascading like liquid metal frozen mid-fall. A jeweled creature suspended between scientific specimen and living wonder.
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A Man Leaning on a Parapet (ca. 1881)
A lone figure slouches against the stone ledge, shoulders hunched against the city’s hum. The rigid geometry of the parapet frames his stillness—an ordinary moment made weighty by shadow and light. His hat brim casts a sharp line across his face, hiding his gaze from the bustling street below.
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Portrait of Charles Girault (1875)
A stern gaze meets the viewer, the subject’s sharp features framed by a dark coat. The brushwork captures both the weight of authority and a flicker of weariness in his expression. Every fold of fabric, every shadow suggests a man accustomed to command—yet not untouched by its burdens.
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Portrait of a man
A man’s gaze holds steady, his expression unreadable yet weighted with quiet intensity. The brushwork lingers on the subtle shadows framing his face, hinting at untold stories beneath the surface.
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Portrait of Fabrice Polderman (1919)
A man’s face emerges from shadow, his gaze distant yet piercing. The muted tones and sharp lines lend an air of quiet intensity, as if caught between thought and speech. There’s something unresolved in his expression—neither melancholy nor defiance, but something unspoken lingering beneath the surface.