The Collections
art by self-made charcoal
The Collections
art by self-made charcoal
“Creativity needs no permission. It belongs to anyone who picks up a charred stick and lets it across through a surface. The most powerful art often begins as fire, as dirt, as something the world might overlook.”
_____ Sara Tian
The Becoming
A crowd gathers at the shore of time, their eyes fixed upon a radiant horizon, through a luminous portal to the promise of the future.
As time surges forward, we find ourselves in its wake. The present is but a fleeting shadow, always slipping through our grasp.
In this delicate balance, at the shore between the twilight of the was and the dawn of the will be, we are time’s reflection, its hunger and it’s breath.
We are the very engine of time itself, the pulse of its becoming. Fueled by what we have ceased to be and what we might yet become.
Charcoal on paper
29 x 29 cm / 50 x 50 cm (frame)
SOLD
A world
Every man carries within himself a world made up of all that he has seen and loved; and it is to this world that he returns, incessantly, though he may pass through and seem to inhabit a world quite foreign to it.
Charcoal on paper
29 x 29 cm / 50 x 50 cm (frame)
SOLD
The Charcoal Project
Charcoal as a raw, humble material, outlast empires. The first marks humans ever made, drawn in charcoal and ochre, still breathe on cave walls after 30,000 years. Real pigment never fades.
sara0125@hotmail.com
@sara.tian (instagram.com/sara.tian)
+32 456 153 418
mssara
The Collections
art by self-made charcoal
“Creativity needs no permission. It belongs to anyone who picks up a charred stick and lets it across through a surface. The most powerful art often begins as fire, as dirt, as something the world might overlook.”
_____ Sara Tian
The Becoming
A crowd gathers at the shore of time, their eyes fixed upon a radiant horizon, through a luminous portal to the promise of the future.
As time surges forward, we find ourselves in its wake. The present is but a fleeting shadow, always slipping through our grasp.
In this delicate balance, at the shore between the twilight of the was and the dawn of the will be, we are time’s reflection, its hunger and it’s breath.
We are the very engine of time itself, the pulse of its becoming. Fueled by what we have ceased to be and what we might yet become.
Charcoal on paper
29 x 29 cm / 50 x 50 cm (frame)
SOLD
A world
Every man carries within himself a world made up of all that he has seen and loved; and it is to this world that he returns, incessantly, though he may pass through and seem to inhabit a world quite foreign to it.
Charcoal on paper
29 x 29 cm / 50 x 50 cm (frame)
SOLD
The Charcoal Project
Charcoal as a raw, humble material, outlast empires. The first marks humans ever made, drawn in charcoal and ochre, still breathe on cave walls after 30,000 years. Real pigment never fades.
sara0125@hotmail.com
@sara.tian (instagram.com/sara.tian)
+32 456 153 418
mssara