Dadaist Composition No 3Fall
About This Work
Mixed media — acrylic, spray, found objects, fragments, textures, collisions!
„3Fall” feels like a controlled collapse — a vertical descent of forms, textures, and accidental geometries that somehow land in perfect tension. The central spine of stacked rectangles, each marked with spirals, behaves like a totem of repetition and rupture. Through it pierces a perforated metallic cylinder, a kind of industrial bone, anchoring the composition with a mechanical pulse.
Around this axis, the surface becomes a storm of micro‑events: scattered squares, ovals, metallic chips, painted shards, each one a tiny interruption in the flow. They hover between order and entropy, like debris caught mid‑air. The background is a riot of color fields — blues, browns, reds, yellows — layered in brushstrokes, stains, and spray bursts that read like weather systems colliding.
The whole piece feels like a fall through multiple realities: geometric, tactile, chromatic, symbolic. A fall that doesn’t break but transforms — into rhythm, into texture, into a Dadaist refusal of logic. It’s a composition that celebrates the beauty of fragments and the poetry of objects that shouldn’t belong together but insist on coexisting!
„3Fall” feels like a controlled collapse — a vertical descent of forms, textures, and accidental geometries that somehow land in perfect tension. The central spine of stacked rectangles, each marked with spirals, behaves like a totem of repetition and rupture. Through it pierces a perforated metallic cylinder, a kind of industrial bone, anchoring the composition with a mechanical pulse.
Around this axis, the surface becomes a storm of micro‑events: scattered squares, ovals, metallic chips, painted shards, each one a tiny interruption in the flow. They hover between order and entropy, like debris caught mid‑air. The background is a riot of color fields — blues, browns, reds, yellows — layered in brushstrokes, stains, and spray bursts that read like weather systems colliding.
The whole piece feels like a fall through multiple realities: geometric, tactile, chromatic, symbolic. A fall that doesn’t break but transforms — into rhythm, into texture, into a Dadaist refusal of logic. It’s a composition that celebrates the beauty of fragments and the poetry of objects that shouldn’t belong together but insist on coexisting!
