Kandinsky Style Painting Original Art Abstract Wall Art Above Sofa Art 13 by 13.5 Kandinsky Painting by TatianaArtShop

Kandinsky Style Painting Original Art Abstract Wall Art Above Sofa Art Kandinsky Painting The original handmade painting. Title of the painting: Abstract composition based on the work of Kandinsky. Size: 13 by 13.5 inches (33 by 34.5 cm). Materials: gouache, watercolor, paper, brush. This is not a print, not a generated image. My signature is on the front and back of the painting. This painting is sold unframed. Reliable packaging and shipping with tracking number. Free shipping. Abstract watercolor painting: a symphony of color and form in the spirit of Kandinsky. At first glance, it is not just a canvas, but a universe created without words, without borders, without attachment to reality. In front of us is an abstract painting that captures the spirit of the era when art became the cry of the soul, the embodiment of inner sound. This work is an echo of Kandinsky's style, where every line, every color and shape is not an accident, but a statement filled with meaning that does not require translation. The surface of a sheet of paper, as if animated, breathes color. Watercolor, delicate and transparent in nature, has revealed itself here in all its power — but not in traditional restraint, but in unrestrained expression. Bright spots — yellow, like solar flares, orange, glowing like a sunset over the horizon, scarlet, as if torn from the heart of a flame, purple — deep as the mystery of the night, and blue — cold as the starry ether — intertwine, overlap each other, creating the effect of continuous movement. The colors are not just juxtaposed — they argue, kiss, dissolve, shimmer, as if in a dance controlled by invisible music. This is abstract art, where paint becomes sound and form becomes rhythm. Geometric shapes — circles, triangles, ovals, blurred squares — are scattered across the canvas in a chaotic composition, like fragments of a destroyed reality reassembled into a new, cleaner form. Circles, like the eyes of the universe, look out from the depths of the canvas, riveting the eye; triangles, sharp and swift, rush in different directions, as if looking for a way to balance. There is no center, just dynamic energy spread over the entire surface, like a vibration after hitting a string. This is the art of Kandinsky, where harmony is born out of contradictions, and order out of chaos. The colors are layered: transparent watercolor strokes shine through denser ones, creating depth, although the perspective is flat, shallow, like a statement: there is no illusion of space, there is only pure being. Bright areas are adjacent to dark, almost gloomy ones — saturated crimson and indigo spots seem to absorb light, creating contrast and tension. But even in the dark, there is movement, as if the germ of a new light is hiding in these shadows. Textures attract special attention — unexpected, tactile. It seems that pieces of cloth, tracing paper, and scraps of paper are superimposed on the canvas, as if the artist had woven fragments of his life into the painting. It's not just an application, it's a metaphor: art is like a collage of the soul, assembled from fragments of memories, dreams, and music. Some areas look like they've been wiped out, others look like they've been blown up with paint, as if the artist wasn't painting, but was fighting with the canvas. The lighting is multidirectional, bright, like in a fantasy city where the sun is shining from several directions at once. It does not create shadows, but enhances contrasts, makes each color more saturated, each shape more expressive. The whole canvas breathes an expressive atmosphere, like a musical improvisation — without notes, but with an inner rhythm that cannot be ignored. And when one's gaze slides over this chaos, over this bright, saturated, almost deafening surface, a strange feeling arises — as if one hears music.