This abstract composition by P. Ledent evokes a turbulent inner world where emotions collide in a tempest of texture and color. Dominated by brooding blacks, earthy rust tones, and subtle icy blues, the canvas pulses with dynamic energy and tension. Scattered marks and spontaneous splatters create a sense of movement and conflict, as if the surface itself is struggling to contain a deeper narrative. There's a feeling of decay and rebirth intertwined—like remnants of graffiti or the raw memory of a forgotten place. Despite its apparent chaos, the piece invites the viewer into contemplation, offering new forms and meanings with every glance.
In the hush between colors, a storm has spoken,
With fists of shadow and tongues of rust,
It carves its memory into the silence—
A language older than words,
scratched into the skin of the canvas.
Where black spills like grief undone,
and ochre flickers like the last heat of a dying sun,
the soul stirs—fractured, feral,
but reaching still
through the smoke of forgotten names.
This is not just paint—
it is a wound made myth,
a map of what breaks and still breathes.
Stand long enough,
and you will hear it whisper:
“I was chaos once—
and I chose to survive.”
All paintings are signed on the front and are delivered with the certificate of authenticity.
High grade oil paint and mediums used .
Packaging: Securely wrapped in bubble wrap then carefully packaged
oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame
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This abstract composition by P. Ledent evokes a turbulent inner world where emotions collide in a tempest of texture and color. Dominated by brooding blacks, earthy rust tones, and subtle icy blues, the canvas pulses with dynamic energy and tension. Scattered marks and spontaneous splatters create a sense of movement and conflict, as if the surface itself is struggling to contain a deeper narrative. There's a feeling of decay and rebirth intertwined—like remnants of graffiti or the raw memory of a forgotten place. Despite its apparent chaos, the piece invites the viewer into contemplation, offering new forms and meanings with every glance.
In the hush between colors, a storm has spoken,
With fists of shadow and tongues of rust,
It carves its memory into the silence—
A language older than words,
scratched into the skin of the canvas.
Where black spills like grief undone,
and ochre flickers like the last heat of a dying sun,
the soul stirs—fractured, feral,
but reaching still
through the smoke of forgotten names.
This is not just paint—
it is a wound made myth,
a map of what breaks and still breathes.
Stand long enough,
and you will hear it whisper:
“I was chaos once—
and I chose to survive.”
All paintings are signed on the front and are delivered with the certificate of authenticity.
High grade oil paint and mediums used .
Packaging: Securely wrapped in bubble wrap then carefully packaged
oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame
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