The works of Théophile Arcelin emerge from the depths of the sacred like cries of the soul, transgressing the boundaries between the real and the imaginary. Arcelin does not paint landscapes; he invokes rituals—ancestral rites that mingle with hallucinated visions of the invisible world. In these liminal spaces, where matter dissolves into dreams, the artist unveils buried mysteries—those occult truths that elude consciousness.
Each canvas is an incantation, a conjuring of the elemental forces inhabiting nature, but also an exorcism of the spectral forms that haunt the mind. Arcelin traces paths where man and nature unite in a wild dance, a ceremony where the sacred is revealed in the shadows of trees, and where abstract forms become avatars of entities emerging from the depths of the unspoken.
There is no reality here, only apparitions—echoes of primitive shamanism where art becomes a theater of the invisible, a stage where spirits whisper through colors and textures. Arcelin leads us across thresholds, inviting us to pass through the doors of mystery, where the visible and invisible merge, and where existence itself wavers on the thin thread of a dream.
It is an initiatory journey, a plunge into the abysses of the sacred, a perpetual quest for the absolute, where man is simultaneously spectator and actor, victim and executioner in an infinite ritual. Arcelin does not paint to please; he paints to awaken demons, to shake the soul, to make reality bleed until it reveals its innermost depths.
The works of Théophile Arcelin are not merely paintings; they are gateways to the other side, a primal scream resonating in the depths of being—an incantation for those who dare to venture beyond the visible, where art becomes pure magic, pure madness.