LIANE ABDALLA

Everything begins with tension. The moment pigment touches the surface, or when a line cuts through the blank space. Nothing is controlled. Chance dictates rhythms, imposes detours. I walk through uncertainty. Mistakes cease to be flaws: they become material, gesture, narrative. I invent rules and disobey them all. Art, to me, is a territory of rupture – a place where the predictable has no place.

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My process is visceral. I work in a state of listening, provoking the material to react. I test, layer, take risks. Color is not a complement – it is a vital presence, pulsing like a body. From absolute black to the most vibrant tones, each layer carries tension and memory.

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I create images like someone mapping an unknown territory. Points that vibrate, lines that tangle, textures that accumulate until they form dense, almost hypnotic weaves. I don’t seek answers, nor obvious conclusions. My landscapes are open fictions. The viewer’s gaze is always part of the work. The unpredictable is my habitat.

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Liane Abdalla