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The enchanted garden by John William Waterhouse (1849-1917, Italy) | Museum Quality Reproductions | WahooArt.com

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The enchanted garden (1916) is an oil painting by the English Pre-Raphaelite painter John William Waterhouse. This was one of Waterhouse's final paintings. He left it unfinished at his death. He created this haven of warmth in the winter of his life, but almost unwittingly imbued it with a deeper meaning. Past the Dantesque guardian at the entrance, the snow is falling on the steps: it gathers on the entablature above the rounded Renaissance arches which evoke the Italy of his birth, and a few flakes are seen against the shadows of the arcade. But in the garden the roses bloom
one of the girls bends to inhale their scent, and the poppies presage a quiet oblivion.





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The enchanted garden (1916) is an oil painting by the English Pre-Raphaelite painter John William Waterhouse. This was one of Waterhouse's final paintings. He left it unfinished at his death. He created this haven of warmth in the winter of his life, but almost unwittingly imbued it with a deeper meaning. Past the Dantesque guardian at the entrance, the snow is falling on the steps: it gathers on the entablature above the rounded Renaissance arches which evoke the Italy of his birth, and a few flakes are seen against the shadows of the arcade. But in the garden the roses bloom; one of the girls bends to inhale their scent, and the poppies presage a quiet oblivion.
John William Waterhouse
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