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Artwork details
- Medium : Acrylic, Spray Paint on Canvas
- Other details : Artwork on supported wooden frame. Ready to hang. Framing on request.
- Dimensions : 70.9x23.6in
About this artwork
The body dissolves into the color, carried by a slow, almost suspended gait. It's unclear whether it's a departure, a return... or simply a passage.
The painting is built up in layers, allowing light and rhythm to circulate, between density and transparency.… The landscape becomes internal, shifting, traversed by a calm energy.
Between abstraction and figuration, the image remains open, inviting us to follow this fragile trajectory.
A scene of silent movement, where one moves forward… without always knowing where.
Sof - Sophie Voigt-Chadeyron
Germany
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Credentials
- Established Artist
- Solo shows participant
- Favorited by galleries
- Featured in gallery curations
- Works on commission
« Le sens du sens Je sens que c'est sans sens cherchez un sens au sens sens inverse sens unique je sens tu sens ca pique ca fait pas d' mal on l'sent Le sens? On fait bien sans! »
"Perhaps I will be satisfied the day I have come full circle within myself."
I'm not there yet.
My work progresses in several directions at once. Painting, upcycling — the mediums matter less than what they allow me to move.
It deals with meaning: what is perceived, what is sought, what sometimes escapes us.
To see, not to see. To feel — sometimes too much, sometimes not enough.
Too much meaning. Or not enough. So I'm still searching.
I'm less interested in controlling than in holding things together: techniques, tensions, contradictions. Accidents aren't considered mistakes—at worst, they're discreet collaborators.
Some days, everything seems empty. Other days, everything overflows. In between, I work.
Over time, it eventually took on a simple form:
"in alle Richtungen".
In all directions — to continue searching for meaning, without ever wanting to fix it.
Sof