Fermont” is my invented word — a playful reimagining of the still life, where “dead things” come alive beside the body.
Sometimes we create new words — just because we feel the need for them.
“Modern Fermont” is an intuitive answer to a new visual language. It’s a contemporary interpretation of the classical still life: instead of fruits — pearls and wine, instead of a vase — a skull and books, and instead of emptiness — a woman filled with rich symbolism.
Her presence transforms the composition into a story full of meaning.
Are we always drawn to the fire?
Do we long for beauty?
Do we fly toward the light, like moths?
Do we leave marks on our skin — as memory, as decoration, to hide our nakedness, or simply for pleasure?
Life is just a moment, and suddenly, someone beside you is gone.
But art is eternal. Like a book by poems of a Ukrainian poet Serhiy Zhadan — a book our children will read until the pages fade, guessing what he meant when he wrote his poems.
Painted in oil on canvas with a textured base.
The pearls are sculpted in relief and shimmer in candlelight, while nocturnal moths drift toward the moon and flame.
The corset and feminine figure recall the shape of a vase — but instead of flowers, she holds herself.
She cradles the pearls, gleaming softly in the night.
oil, acrylic, modeling paste
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£2,250.07
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Fermont” is my invented word — a playful reimagining of the still life, where “dead things” come alive beside the body.
Sometimes we create new words — just because we feel the need for them.
“Modern Fermont” is an intuitive answer to a new visual language. It’s a contemporary interpretation of the classical still life: instead of fruits — pearls and wine, instead of a vase — a skull and books, and instead of emptiness — a woman filled with rich symbolism.
Her presence transforms the composition into a story full of meaning.
Are we always drawn to the fire?
Do we long for beauty?
Do we fly toward the light, like moths?
Do we leave marks on our skin — as memory, as decoration, to hide our nakedness, or simply for pleasure?
Life is just a moment, and suddenly, someone beside you is gone.
But art is eternal. Like a book by poems of a Ukrainian poet Serhiy Zhadan — a book our children will read until the pages fade, guessing what he meant when he wrote his poems.
Painted in oil on canvas with a textured base.
The pearls are sculpted in relief and shimmer in candlelight, while nocturnal moths drift toward the moon and flame.
The corset and feminine figure recall the shape of a vase — but instead of flowers, she holds herself.
She cradles the pearls, gleaming softly in the night.
oil, acrylic, modeling paste
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