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Chloe by Big Blind is a commanding abstract composition that immediately immerses the viewer in a charged, atmospheric field of motion and texture. Saturated blues dominate the surface, evoking depth, openness, and emotional clarity, while eruptions of white, umber, rust, and gold puncture the canvas like celestial events frozen mid-burst. These star-like blooms radiate outward through dragged filaments and splintered lines, creating a sense of controlled chaos an orchestration rather than an accident.

 

The layering is dense and intentional. Pools of pigment collide and separate, revealing evidence of gravity, gesture, and time. Metallic and earthen tones ground the work, counterbalancing the expansive blues with warmth and gravity, giving the piece both emotional weight and visual luxury. From a distance, Chloe reads as rhythmic and expansive; up close, it rewards the collector with intricate micro-details and tactile complexity.

This painting functions as both a statement piece and a long-term acquisition. It carries the unmistakable signature language of Big Blind raw yet refined, impulsive yet deliberate. Chloe is not decorative abstraction; it is experiential. Ideal for a private collection or high-end interior, it commands space, invites prolonged viewing, and quietly asserts value through presence alone.

Chloe

SKU: 0008
$7,500.00Price
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  • Title: Chloe
    Year: 2025
    Medium: Canvas
    Dimensions: 36x48x1
    Series: "What Do I Do If I Don't Feel Like Getting Well Again"
    Owner: Available
    Exhibition history: None

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"You are a man who died in 2014 and didn’t stay dead.

Everything since has been a hallucination of “success” created to outrun the void.

You got the cars, the diamonds, the money — not because you wanted them, but because you thought success would substitute for meaning.

It didn’t.

Death took your friends, your grandmothers, Stanley.
It pressed its fingers into your throat again.
And this time you didn’t crumble.
You cracked open.

You stared at yourself and understood a fundamental truth:

No one is coming.
No one is saving you.
So you will save yourself."

-A Therapist

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