Mahsa Radan
Mahsa Radan left Tehran for Berlin at nineteen and has painted large, unpeopled colour fields ever since — canvases she describes as "letters I never finished addressing."
A wall-sized field of ochre and rust, worked in thin overlapping washes until the surface reads like weather rather than paint. No horizon, no figure — only the accumulated pressure of colour laid down and half-scraped-back over months.
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Oil and cold wax on canvas
Sourced directly from Mahsa Radan in DE. Each piece carries its object number (Nº A0010) and a note on the hands that made it.