Yasna Kohlbrenner
UnYk Art Creations
Each work I paint serves to repair a piece of life
14-41 when matter becomes memory
Certain elements pass through a life in silence, and yet, they say everything. At 14, a simple nourishing gesture broke a taboo—and opened a breach. At 41, that same gesture is reborn, but this time in my hands. It becomes matter, a crack, an offered memory. This invisible thread connects yesterday's revolt to today's creation. It is neither a coincidence nor a chance. It is a cycle. A transmission. An imprint.
14–41: Two ages, one essence. Matter remembers.
My space – where the pain has settled
Here, nothing has been decorated to please. The walls bear pieces of history. The walls have seen it all.
This is where I pray.
This is where I welcome you.
This is where I talk with survivors,
that they recognize their cut stones in my works, that they understand that no pain is forgotten.
This is where I show street children that they matter. That they have a space. That they have a reflection.
They come in, they see. And they know. They know that I create for them, that I seek answers, paths, voices.
Every painting here is born from that. Not from an artist's gesture, but from a struggle. And you can come. You can enter. You'll see what it's like when art doesn't cheat.
Here we look differently
Here, silences become colors.
Wounds, textures.
The stories, bursts.
It is a place of passage
between what was broken,
and what rises.
We don't just go in to see.
We come here to feel.
We come here to breathe.
We come here to recognize what we have never dared to say.
There is no gallery here.
But a living space, crossed by truths.
A workshop of the heart.
A living room of souls.
An open table where we share
a coffee, a look, a memory,
and sometimes, a cure.
This is not a visit. It is an appointment with what speaks to you silently.
Here, art is discovered differently.
In the intimacy of a brunch, the warmth of an aperitif or the simplicity of a shared meal, this space opens its doors to those looking for more than an exhibition.
It's a moment to set aside, a breath outside the frame, to meet the artist, understand the impetus behind each material, and feel what the walls themselves whisper.
This place is also where exchanges are woven with survivors, street children, those who give meaning to each painting.
You can come in a small group of at least 7 people for a meal. Minimum 10 people for an aperitif and for a brunch.
Each visit is a moment of interlude. A moment of humanity...you have to experience it.
Intrigued? Interested? Just knock on the door.