Kandinsky Style Painting Abstract Original Art Watercolor Painting 14 by 14 Above Sofa Art by TatianaArtShop

The original handmade painting. Title of the painting: Abstract composition in the style of Wassily Kandinsky. Size: 14 by 14 inches (35 by 35 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. Before my eyes is a sheet of paper, like an unfolded canvas of the universe, woven not from matter, but from pure light, sound and emotion. This is an abstract painting born in the fire of an inner vision, in the spirit of Kandinsky's art, where paint becomes the voice of the soul, and form becomes an echo of the unspoken. Bright colors burst into space like flashes of consciousness: yellow, like a solar explosion, scatters across the canvas in fragments of light piercing the darkness. Orange flows like a river — hot, pulsating, like the breath of a volcano. Red flashes suddenly, like a heartbeat, rushes forward, colliding with deep blue, which absorbs chaos like the stars in the night sky. Purple sounds like a mystery here, like a musical note lost between worlds, and green — emerald and elusive — glides between the layers, like the wind in the foliage of another dimension. Colors don't just coexist — they mix, flow into each other like water and fire, like a dream and reality, creating endless shades that are born and disappear in an instant. There is a chaotic pattern on the surface of the canvas, but in this chaos there is a strict rhythm, almost musical. Geometric shapes—triangles, circles, squares—hover, collide, disintegrate, and reassemble like atoms in the first instant of creation. They do not obey the laws of gravity, they do not tend to the center. There is no single central object — the viewer's attention is thrown into the abyss, it glides over the canvas like a glance over the surface of a stormy sea, not knowing where to look first. Every corner of the painting screams, calls, breathes. The lines are the nerves of this universe. They bend, break, intersect, diverge in different directions, like traces of thoughts that instantly appeared and disappeared just as quickly. Some are sharp as a gunshot, others are smooth as a sigh. Their direction and intensity are different: here — a rapid rush upward, there — a slow fall down into the depths. They don't lead to something — they are the essence of movement. The composition is dynamic, like a symphony, written without notes, but felt by the whole skin. Intersections, displacements, overlays — all this creates a feeling of continuous movement, eternal becoming. It seems that the painting lives, breathes, and changes with every glance. It's not a static image — it's an energy frozen for a moment in the paint. The style is abstract, but not cold, not rational. This is an abstract style of Kandinsky's painting, where spirit is hidden behind the form, where sound is behind the color, and prayer is behind the line. This is an impressionistic stream of feelings, torn from the depths of the subconscious and transferred to the canvas. There are no recognizable objects, no landscapes, faces, trees. There is no plot that can be told in words. But there is an atmosphere — energetic, full of expression, like a flash of inspiration, like a cry of joy or pain that has no name. The perspective is flat, two—dimensional, but that's its strength. Space does not go deep, it opens up around you like an oriental carpet, like a map of the inner world. There is no illusion of depth — there is a clear surface on which the battle and harmony of colors, shapes and lines unfold. This is not just a painting by Kandinsky, it is his spirit, reborn in a new canvas. The picture doesn't tell — it sounds. She doesn't show it, she calls out. And that's her greatness.: it doesn't require understanding, it requires feeling.