Francien Krieg - “Unfolding in Silence”






Holds a master's degree in film and visual arts; experienced curator, writer, and researcher.
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Description from the seller
In these works I play with the boundary between image and object. I make trompe-l’œil wall panels that behave like small cabinets on the wall. Through the form, the shadows, and the open doors, a space arises that does not really exist, but is still tangible. As if you could step into it just now.
The work is essentially flat, but I want it to behave as something bodily. Something that both withdraws and comes forward. That does not reveal itself completely.
I place the figures in a protected, framed world. Not locked in, but shielded. For me, that cabinet is a mental space. A place between inside and outside. Between being seen and keeping yourself.
Flowers and butterflies do not appear as explanatory symbols, but as quiet companions. They carry something fragile within them. Something temporary. Perhaps they are just there to encourage closer looking.
What interests me is that moment in which proximity and distance exist at the same time. What feels close is sometimes deliberately protected.
Seller's Story
In these works I play with the boundary between image and object. I make trompe-l’œil wall panels that behave like small cabinets on the wall. Through the form, the shadows, and the open doors, a space arises that does not really exist, but is still tangible. As if you could step into it just now.
The work is essentially flat, but I want it to behave as something bodily. Something that both withdraws and comes forward. That does not reveal itself completely.
I place the figures in a protected, framed world. Not locked in, but shielded. For me, that cabinet is a mental space. A place between inside and outside. Between being seen and keeping yourself.
Flowers and butterflies do not appear as explanatory symbols, but as quiet companions. They carry something fragile within them. Something temporary. Perhaps they are just there to encourage closer looking.
What interests me is that moment in which proximity and distance exist at the same time. What feels close is sometimes deliberately protected.
