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The Yellow House

€6,000.00
  • original artwork

  • medium: oil painting on linen stretched on board

  • size: 135 × 100 cm

  • year: 2024

  • unframed

  • signed on front

“The Yellow House”

is derelict hallway, bisected by peeling walls and a painted yellow stripe, a bureaucratic order imposed on quiet entropy.

Rendered in meticulous detail, this architectural stillness becomes a meditation on institutional memory, absence and erosion. Time is embedded in every surface: flaking plaster, worn tiles and almost ethereal light. The lack of human presence enhances the work’s tension, a space once inhabited, now emptied of narrative but heavy with suggestion.

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  • original artwork

  • medium: oil painting on linen stretched on board

  • size: 135 × 100 cm

  • year: 2024

  • unframed

  • signed on front

“The Yellow House”

is derelict hallway, bisected by peeling walls and a painted yellow stripe, a bureaucratic order imposed on quiet entropy.

Rendered in meticulous detail, this architectural stillness becomes a meditation on institutional memory, absence and erosion. Time is embedded in every surface: flaking plaster, worn tiles and almost ethereal light. The lack of human presence enhances the work’s tension, a space once inhabited, now emptied of narrative but heavy with suggestion.

  • original artwork

  • medium: oil painting on linen stretched on board

  • size: 135 × 100 cm

  • year: 2024

  • unframed

  • signed on front

“The Yellow House”

is derelict hallway, bisected by peeling walls and a painted yellow stripe, a bureaucratic order imposed on quiet entropy.

Rendered in meticulous detail, this architectural stillness becomes a meditation on institutional memory, absence and erosion. Time is embedded in every surface: flaking plaster, worn tiles and almost ethereal light. The lack of human presence enhances the work’s tension, a space once inhabited, now emptied of narrative but heavy with suggestion.