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Femme à l’éventail (Portrait de Réjane) (1879)
A woman tilts her head slightly, fingers curled around a folded fan. The soft light catches the folds of her dress, hinting at movement just paused. There’s something unspoken in her gaze—neither coy nor indifferent, but quietly knowing. The fan rests, half-opened, as if waiting for the next gesture.
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Breton Woman (c. 1899-1900)
A Breton woman stands solemnly, her weathered face framed by a crisp white cap. The heavy folds of her dark dress hint at labor, while her steady gaze holds quiet resilience. The light catches the texture of her apron, rough from years of work. There’s weight in her stillness.
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La sérieuse (1905)
A young woman gazes directly at the viewer, her dark eyes holding quiet intensity. The soft folds of her white dress contrast with the warm glow of her skin. There’s something unspoken in her expression—neither smile nor frown, but a stillness that feels deliberate, almost knowing.
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The Bower Garden (1859)
Two women sit in a lush garden, their flowing dresses blending with the riot of flowers. One plucks petals while the other gazes away, lost in thought. The air hums with color—deep greens, vibrant reds—a dreamlike scene where nature and human presence intertwine without boundary.
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Natalie Barney (ca. 1900)
A woman gazes sideways, lips parted as if mid-conversation. Her dark dress melts into the shadows, but light catches the curve of her cheek and the loose strands escaping her updo. There’s an energy in her posture—leaning slightly forward, one hand resting on her hip—that suggests wit barely contained.
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Portrait de femme
A young woman gazes past the viewer, her delicate features softened by warm light. The folds of her dress whisper against the canvas, rich with texture. There’s something unspoken in her expression—neither melancholy nor joy, but a quiet depth that lingers.
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Miss Catherine Tatton (1786)
A young woman in a feathered hat gazes past the viewer, her lips hinting at amusement. The soft folds of her dress catch the light, while a single curl escapes its ribbon—an intimate touch in this poised portrait. There’s a quiet confidence in how she holds herself, as if privy to some private joke.
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Woman In The Bois De Boulogne (c. 1885)
A woman stands alone in the Bois de Boulogne, her figure half-lost in the dappled light. The trees lean in, whispering. Her dress catches the breeze—just for a moment, the park holds its breath. Then the path winds on, and she’s gone.
 
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