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Sea at Połąga IV (1908)
Waves crash against the shore, their foam dissolving into wet sand. The horizon stretches, a muted line between sea and sky. No people, just the raw pulse of water meeting land—endless, restless. You can almost hear the wind pulling back for the next surge.
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Dziecko przed domem (1924)
A child stands alone before a house, their small figure dwarfed by angular walls. The scene hums with quiet tension—something unseen lingers in the stark geometry of the building, the way shadows cling to the child’s silhouette. Poland’s muted colors whisper a story half-told.
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Beet-Lifting (1893)
Bent backs strain against the weight of bundled beets, dirt still clinging to their roots. Rough hands grip the harvest, knuckles white with effort. The earthy scent of upturned soil lingers in the air. A moment of labor, raw and unadorned, stretches taut between field and home.
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Wild flowers (1890 – 1900)
A tangle of wildflowers bursts across the canvas, their petals catching light like scattered sparks. The brushstrokes hum with movement—grasses sway, blooms tilt, as if a breeze just passed through. No careful garden here; this is nature untamed, alive.
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View from Istebna V. Church (1906)
A lone church stands against the wind, its steeple piercing the sky. The landscape around it feels alive—raw and untamed. You can almost hear the creak of wooden beams, the whisper of grass bending under the Polish breeze. Something hums beneath the surface here, quiet but insistent.