In Cliff Walk at Pourville , the human figures are so tiny and slight that they appear overwhelmed by the natural world that surrounds them. Here, two beautifully dressed female figures stand at the edge of the cliffs of Pourville, looking over a choppy sea, the wind whipping through their delicate dresses. These women have followed no visible path, and they seem, like the sailboats in the greenish waters of the English Channel, only a temporary presence in the vast space they contemplete.
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