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Oil On Canvas: Our House by Joseph Sandora

This document summarizes an oil painting titled "Our House by Joseph Sandora". It describes the painting as depicting a Gregorian-style house with a large white porch. When entering the house, it is very quiet and dusty, as if no one has lived there for a long time. The narrator calls out for Miss Claire, an old disabled lady who lives alone in the house, but receives no answer. Upon searching different rooms, there is no sign of Miss Claire. The dining room table is curiously set for a meal, though no occasion seems to warrant it. Questions remain about what happened to Miss Claire and how she could have disappeared from her home given her disability.

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Oil On Canvas: Our House by Joseph Sandora

This document summarizes an oil painting titled "Our House by Joseph Sandora". It describes the painting as depicting a Gregorian-style house with a large white porch. When entering the house, it is very quiet and dusty, as if no one has lived there for a long time. The narrator calls out for Miss Claire, an old disabled lady who lives alone in the house, but receives no answer. Upon searching different rooms, there is no sign of Miss Claire. The dining room table is curiously set for a meal, though no occasion seems to warrant it. Questions remain about what happened to Miss Claire and how she could have disappeared from her home given her disability.

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Our House by Joseph Sandora

Oil On Canvas

La chambre de Van Gogh Arles (Van Gogh's Room at Arles)


1889 (200 Kb); Oil on canvas, 57 x 74 cm (22 1/2 x 29 1/3 in); Musee d'Orsay, Paris

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Christmas Dinner by Jennifer Lycke
Oil on canvas

Man in a Room by Paul Cezanne (French


Painter 1839-1906)
Oil on canvas 31 1/2 x 22 1/2 in.

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The disappearance of Miss Clarie

The house of Miss Clarie was in a Gregorian style with a big, white porch in
front of it. When I put my leg on the first step it squeaked and a cloud of dust made its
way through the old boards. I went on and pushed gently the brown, wooden door on
which a massive door-knocker in the form of a lion's head was hanged and peeped
timidly inside. It was so quiet inside, as if no living creature has ever inhabited this God
forsaken house. I stepped in and called Miss Clarie' s name loudly. My voice echoed in
the house and I trembled with fear on the thought that the old lady was actually living
all alone in this house with no one to look after her or with no one she could eventually
call in case of an emergency. A few seconds passed, but no answer came. I called her
name once more, but with the same result. I made my way through the dusty, dark
corridor with the intension to find her in all cases. The wind was blowing through the
cracks of the windows, which was making that terrible place even more spooky and
scary. I pushed the door of the bedroom and looked around but there was no sign of the
old Miss Clarie. Then a glance was given to the dinning room. The table was set for
one, there was a candle burning bright with an orange-red flame, an empty crystal glass
and a big dish with a silk napkin ornamented with flowers. I made a final attempt to
find the old lady and called her name for the third time. My voice echoed in the house,
but no answer followed. I was greatly surprised, because it seemed that the old lady has
mysteriously disappeared. But how could have this happed? The old lady was unable to
walk, because she was disabled, so how could she have gone anywhere? And why was
the table set in such a way as if there was some special occasion to be celebrated? It
was neither Christmas, nor Easter; even the old ladys birthday was after five months.
These were questions which were running through my head like a steam engine and
whose answer I will probably never find out. I put the cake on the table and went out of
the house sad, thoughtful and with a dull pain in my heart.

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