Title: Poids d’Ombre Sans Gravité
Subtitle: Weightless Shadow Pause
Artist: Jalen
Date: 05/30/25
Series: Figurative Abstraction
Style: Inspired by Marc Chagall & Emily Carr.
Canvas: 50 x 70 cm
Resolution: 300 DPI
Medium: Digital Painting, Infinite Painter manual finish.
Format: PNG, high-resoltion Digital Painting.
Jalen.
Description:
A contemplative woman sits in quiet symmetry with a cat, their stillness rendered in deep blues, crimson, and ephemeral shadow tones.
Drawing from Chagall’s surreal emotion and Emily Carr’s atmospheric sense of space, this figurative abstraction explores presence, memory, and the ghostlike hush of shared solitude.
The cat gazes timelessly; the woman dissolves into light. A visual moment suspended between two internal worlds.
James Swan “Jalen”.
05/30/25
Title: Poids d’Ombre Sans Gravité.
“Weightless Shadow Pause”.
The night presses in like wet velvet,
blue on blue, echo on echo.
She sits with the cat not hers,
but always returning like an old regret.
The lamp hums a half-remembered jazz riff.
Its glow spills across her cheekbone,
cuts a line where shadow begins and
where forgetting might end.
The cat does not blink.
He still knows the rhythm of all things still.
His fur traps secrets in its warm static;
He smells like dust and something older than time.
She holds him like a letter never sent
fingers curled into silence,
arms wrapped in bruised crimson tones.
Outside, the wind forgets its name.
A portrait stares from the wall,
its subject long gone,
its eyes are still watching.
There’s a story in that frame
no one tells out loud.
The room is tired of being itself.
The ceiling sags with memory.
And the wallpaper peels like a truth
She’s not ready to admit it.
Her face carved in stillness,
lit like a lie that no longer cares.
She once knew how to smile,
before color bled into shape and
nights like these became routine.
The cat shifts. A whisper of fur.
He listens for the ghosts she no longer names.
They arrive in the swirls on the wall,
in the brushstrokes of forgotten conversations.
Her breath fogs the air
but doesn’t move the moment.
Time folds like linen in a drawer.
It will be morning soon. Or not.
And still they sit
Woman and cat,
red and blue,
quiet and quieter.
She blinks. He doesn’t.
One of them dreams.
The other waits.
No one wins in this room of soft defeats.
Just a pause,
long enough to count as meaning.
Just a weight,
light enough to stay.
Author: James Swan “Jalen “.
05/30/25
Bangkok, Thailand