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Miranda
Miranda stands at the water’s edge, her gaze lost in the storm’s fury. The waves churn, her dress clinging to her as if the sea itself reaches for her. There’s longing in her stillness—a woman caught between the tempest and the shore, between myth and the moment.
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La Lecon
A young woman leans forward, her gaze intent on the book before her. The soft light catches the folds of her dress, the quiet intensity of learning etched in her posture. A moment suspended between instruction and understanding.
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A classical beauty (1889)
A woman stands draped in flowing fabric, her gaze distant yet magnetic. The soft glow around her suggests something otherworldly, as if she’s stepped from myth into reality. Every fold of cloth, every strand of hair feels alive—not just a figure, but a presence.
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The Reader
A woman sits absorbed in her book, the lamplight pooling around her. The quiet room holds its breath, shadows deepening in the corners. Pages turn softly, the only sound in the stillness. Outside the window, dusk settles, but she doesn’t look up. The story has her now.
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Solitude (circa 1890)
A woman sits alone, draped in flowing fabric, her gaze distant. The quiet weight of her isolation fills the space around her, untouched by time or noise. Shadows cling to the folds of her dress, deepening the hush. She doesn’t seem to notice—or perhaps she prefers it this way.
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Portrait de Femme au turban fleuri
A woman gazes past the viewer, her turban crowned with delicate blooms. The soft folds of fabric frame her face, catching the light like petals. There’s a quiet defiance in her eyes—unhurried, unbothered. The flowers seem to whisper something she already knows.
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Portrait de Madame Jean Maillard-Norbert (1913)
A woman gazes past the viewer, her dark eyes holding quiet confidence. The soft folds of her dress contrast with the sharp line of her jaw, while delicate lace at her collar hints at restrained elegance. There’s a story in her poised stillness—just beyond reach.
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Summer Day (1911)
Sunlight dapples through the trees as a woman in a wide-brimmed hat sits by the water. Brushstrokes blur the line between reflection and reality, the air thick with warmth. Loose, vibrant colors suggest a fleeting afternoon—leisure suspended in the golden haze of season.
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Portrait Of Miss Katherine Elizabeth Lewis (1906)
A young woman in white gazes past the frame, her poised elegance softened by the hint of a smile. The brushstrokes capture the delicate lace at her collar, the light catching the folds of her dress. There’s a quiet confidence in her stillness, as if she’s just paused mid-thought.