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Back View Of A Young Woman In Profile With A Bouquet Of Roses In Her Hands
A young woman turns away, her profile softened by the glow of roses cradled in her hands. The flowers spill over, petals brushing her sleeves, their deep reds whispering against the quiet backdrop. She doesn’t face us—only the curve of her neck, the tilt of her head, as if listening to something just out of sight.
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A Young Woman Playing An Aulos
A girl tilts her head, fingers poised on the aulos. The double pipes rest against her lips, ready to breathe life into ancient melodies. Her gaze drifts beyond the frame, lost in the coming notes. The moment hums with anticipation—music waiting to be born.
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Young Woman with a Pearl Necklace (from 1663 until 1665)
A woman stands by the window, fingers brushing the pearls at her throat. Light spills across her face, catching the soft curve of her lips—not quite a smile, but something quieter, more private. The moment hangs, suspended, as if she’s listening to a voice just beyond the frame.
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The Three Marys (ca. 1906–1911)
Three women gather in hushed sorrow, their draped robes pooling around them like shadows. The weight of loss hangs between them, unspoken yet palpable in their bowed heads and clasped hands. A moment suspended—not in grief’s climax, but its quiet aftermath.
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A Lady In Brown (1920)
A woman in a brown dress gazes past the frame, her expression unreadable. Soft brushstrokes blur the background, pulling focus to the quiet intensity in her eyes. The folds of her dress catch the light, hinting at movement just paused. There’s a story here, half-told.
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Daydreams
A woman’s distant gaze lingers just beyond the frame, lost in thought. Soft light brushes her features, hinting at unspoken reveries. The portrait holds a quiet tension—between presence and absence, between the moment and whatever lies behind her eyes.
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Portrait Of A Young Woman Sitting On Marble Seat (1882)
A young woman perches on a marble seat, her gaze steady and unreadable. The cool stone contrasts with the warmth of her presence, the folds of her dress hinting at a quiet tension. There’s something unresolved in her stillness—neither waiting nor leaving, just existing in that exact moment.
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The Sleeping Beauty (1921)
A woman lies in deep slumber, draped in flowing white, her golden hair spilling across the pillows. The air hums with enchantment—time suspended, waiting for that fateful kiss to break the spell. Her stillness holds the weight of a thousand untold stories.
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Jeanne Fourmanoir sur le lac (1892)
A woman reclines in a rowboat, her dress pooling around her as sunlight dances on the lake’s surface. The water holds her reflection loosely, like a thought about to slip away. Oars rest idle—no hurry, no destination. Just the quiet ripple of time passing.