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Artwork on supported wooden frame. Ready to hang. Framing on request.
Dimensions :
11.8x8.3in
About this artwork
I like to work with the symbolism of nature. My work refers to the Vanitas paintings, which were very fashionable in the 17th century. The dark background symbolizes death, the fruit symbolizes life and youth, and this small drop of paint that flows, the passing of time...
Trained at the Beaux-Arts de Valenciennes, Yann Kempen is a painter now represented by the Cecile Duffay gallery in Paris. Combining realistic use of acrylic, walnut stain patinas, and glossy varnish on paper that he maroufles onto canvas, he expresses a personal approach to pop art, reinventing the codes of Vanity. His works, imbued with the poetry of wilted flowers and the shadow of passing time, gently and powerfully evoke the inevitability of our own finitude: "VANITY, ALL IS VANITY."