The Sleeping Gypsy – Henri Rousseau

There’s something haunting about Henri Rousseau’s The Sleeping Gypsy. You can’t quite put your finger on it—but you feel it.
A woman sleeps in the middle of a desert. The moon is high. The stars are out. She’s curled on her side, peaceful and still, her face turned away. Her clothes are colorful and striped, and a small jug sits next to her. A mandolin rests by her side—maybe she’s a traveler, maybe a musician.











