Amedeo Modigliani - Gallery of Works

Gallery of Works

  • Portrait of Maude Abrantes, 1907

  • Paul Guillaume, Novo Pilota, 1915

  • Bride and Groom, 1915

  • Jacques and Berthe Lipchitz, 1916

  • Portrait of Beatrice Hastings, 1916

  • Portrait of Moise Kisling, 1915

  • Madame Kisling, 1917

  • Nude Sitting on a Divan ("La Belle Romaine"), 1917

  • Red Nude, 1917

  • Nude on a Blue Cushon, 1917

  • Portrait of Jeanne Hébuterne, 1918

  • Seated Nude, 1918, Honolulu Museum of Art

  • Dedie Hayden, 1918, Centre Georges Pompidou

  • Self-portrait, 1919, oil on canvas, Museum of Contemporary Art, São Paulo, Brazil

  • Gypsy Woman with Baby, 1919, National Gallery of Art

  • The little peasant, 1918, Tate Modern, London

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