#léon de Smet

[thepaintedroom]

Léon de Smet (Belgian, 1881-1966) • Femme au mioir • 1915

[thunderstruck9]

Léon De Smet (Belgian, 1881-1966), Edge of the Forest, 1955. Oil on canvas, 80 x 65 cm.

[womblegrinch]

Léon de Smet (1881-1966) - Nu féminin sur un canapé

Oil on canvas. Painted in 1944.

40.75 x 31.75 inches, 103.5 x 80.5 cm. Estimate: €12,000-18,000.

Sold Aguttes, Neuilly-sur-Seine, Paris, 28 Nov 2024 for €24,700 incl B.P.

[peaceinthestorm]

Léon de Smet (1881-1966, Belgian) ~ Interior or A Loving Couple, 1911

[Source: mskgent.be]

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Léon de Smet (Belgian, 1881-1966)

Harmonie en rose, 1912.

[granstromjulius]

Léon De Smet

[lilacsinthedooryard]

Léon de Smet (Belgium, 1881-1966) 

Interior of the Artist  1940

[xpuigc-bloc]

Léon de Smet

Belgian, 1881-1966

Femme au mioir

1915

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[sesiondemadrugada]

Léon De Smet.

[tratadista]

Léon de Smet, Maria com Flores (1915)

[thepaintedroom]

Léon de Smet (Belgian, 1881 - 1966) • Interior of the Artist's Bungalow in Deurle • c. 1940-45

[thunderstruck9]

Léon De Smet (Belgian, 1881-1966), Bouquet of Flowers and Fruit. Oil on canvas, 101 x 80.5 cm.

[womblegrinch]

Léon de Smet (1881-1966) - Coucher de soleil

Oil on canvas. Painted in 1910.

30.25 x 39.4 inches, 77 x 100 cm. Estimate: €40,000-60,000.

Sold Sotheby’s, Paris, 20 April 2023 for €82,550 incl B.P.

[peaceinthestorm]

Léon de Smet (1881-1966, Belgian) ~ Le Désespoir, 1903

[Source: invaluable.com]

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Léon De Smet

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“Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind. Of course we have our moments of depression; but there are other moments too, when time, unmeasured by the clock, runs on into eternity and, catching his smile, I know we are together, we match in unison, no clash of thought or of opinion makes a barrier between us.”

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“To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of brush one but lightly and are soon forgotten, but then - how a careless word would linger, becoming a fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over a shoulder, branded themselves as things eternal.”

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“Of course I was inexperienced, of course I was idiotic, shy and young. I knew all that. She did not have to tell me.”

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“The eyes were not the eyes of the man I loved, the man I knew. They looked through me and beyond me, cold, expressionless, to some place of pain and torture I could not enter, to some private, inward hell I could not share.”

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“It’s funny, I thought, how the routine of life goes on, whatever happens; we do the same things, go through the little performance of eating, sleeping, washing. No crisis can break through the crust of habit.”

- Rebecca | Daphne Du Maurier