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Mrs. Cecil Wade (1886)
A woman in white leans forward, her gloved hand resting lightly on a table. The brushstrokes blur the background into softness, making her poised figure the only sharp thing in the room. There’s a quiet intensity in her gaze—like she’s just paused mid-conversation to consider something unspoken.
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A Fair Spaniard, Mrs Chowne (1909)
A woman in a black lace mantilla gazes past the viewer, her dark eyes holding secrets. The fan in her hand pauses mid-flutter, as if catching a breath between whispers. Warm light dances across her face, contrasting the rich folds of her dress—a fleeting moment of quiet intensity.
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Lucy Turner Joy (1897)
A young woman gazes past the viewer, her expression poised yet distant. The soft light catches the folds of her dress and the delicate flush of her cheeks, hinting at a quiet, unspoken story. There’s a stillness in her posture, as if she’s just paused mid-thought.
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Femme en prière (1885)
A woman kneels in quiet devotion, her hands clasped tightly. The dim light catches the folds of her dress, shadows pooling around her. No grand cathedral—just an ordinary room, where faith feels intimate, almost fragile. Her bowed head speaks louder than any hymn.
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Rose and blue (1913)
A woman in a flowing blue dress leans against a chair, bathed in soft light. The delicate rose in her hand mirrors the blush on her cheeks, while the muted interior melts into brushstrokes around her. There’s a quiet tension between her poised elegance and the loose, vibrant strokes framing her.
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Sharing confidences
A woman in 1920s fashion leans close to her dog, whispering secrets into its ear. The hound tilts its head, listening intently. Silk drapes around them, catching the light—an intimate moment of elegance and quiet understanding between two companions.
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Girl Reading A Letter By An Open Window
A woman stands by the window, sunlight spilling over her shoulders. The letter in her hands holds her still, its contents pulling her into a private world. The quiet room hums with unspoken words, the moment suspended between reading and reaction. What news has stopped her breath?
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My Lady’s Garden (1905)
A woman in a flowing Victorian dress stands among lush garden blooms, sunlight dappling her sleeves. Her gaze lingers on something unseen, fingers brushing petals with quiet intent. The air hums with unspoken longing, the kind that lingers in green shadows and half-turned shoulders.
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Lady with a Bouquet (Snowballs) (1890)
A woman in white holds a bouquet of snowball flowers, their round clusters soft against her dress. Sunlight filters through, catching the delicate petals and the folds of her sleeves. There’s a quiet grace in the way she stands, as if pausing mid-breath, surrounded by blossoms and warmth.