𝗡𝗲𝗵𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻
In his new sculptural work, Arthur Hoffmann transforms rubber tires, objects born of circulation, friction, and erosion, into crosses : vertical and horizontal axes twisted, knotted, or suspended in tension. Sometimes anchored by a metal rod, sometimes hovering in the air, sometimes coated in reflective chrome, the works oscillate between weight and levitation, ruin and paragon.
Extending his investigation of abandonment, memory, and material transformation into three dimensions. The tread marks remain visible, scars of use preserved even as the surface transforms into a mirror-like skin. What once absorbed dirt and friction now reflects light, space, and the viewer, turning wear into radiance.
These sculptures recall the Nehushtan, the bronze serpent forged by Moses : born as an instrument of healing, later condemned for becoming an idol. Hoffmann’s crosses exist within the same ambiguity. Neither sacred nor profane, neither shrine nor relic, they question how symbols are formed, abandoned, and reactivated.
Operating as thresholds between presence and disappearance, function and obsolescence, these works do not propose redemption, they propose attention. By transforming discarded industrial matter into unstable icons, Hoffmann exposes the fragile mechanics of belief, memory, and value. These crosses are not monuments, they are remnants, held together just long enough to remind us that meaning, like material, is always eroding and reinventing itself.
𝟬𝟵/𝟬𝟭/𝟭𝟵𝟯𝟱_𝟬𝟱/𝟬𝟵/𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱
Je n’emporterai rien ou presque
Ni mon cuir qui m’est un peu « just »
Vétéran des concerts de Trust
Ni les santiag qui vont avec
Je les lègue à mon pote Arthur
A l’homme aux semelles de vent
On se fout bien de la pointure
Quand on s’en va les pieds devant
Je n’emporterai pas ces trucs
Non plus ces ramasse-poussière
Troupeau de peluches-laitières
Dieux lares d’une vie en stuc
Je laisserai ici mon vieux hibou
Il veillera sur mon sommeil
Dans la nuit éternelle
Les mulots restent dans leur trou
- Henri Hoffmann
𝗡𝗶𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲
Matter unfolding like a quiet rupture in space : metallic shaped canvases stretched into elongated, blade-like forms that hover between painting and sculpture.
Their central gap becomes a threshold — a place where something hesitates between being and not-being. These pieces evoke liminal states, moments of passage, the trembling line between life and death. Out of the void, emergence feels possible.
Their configurations shift effortlessly, suggesting that each form could adapt to new states of balance and becoming. In these suspended archetypes, creation seems to arise not from substance, but from absence itself.
@arthurhoffmann_ig@atopos.curator
FVTVRIST x SASHATATTOOING STUDIO
A duo show by Tong @villsphotobook (Beijing / London) and Arthur Hoffmann @arthurhoffmann_ig (Paris), staged at @sashatattooingparis as part of Sashatattooing’s art/taste/sound event.
Co-curated by FVTVRIST and A-TOPOS’ @atopos.curator
⛓️ Join us for the opening 16.05, 11h to 21h @sashatattooingparis
38 rue Quincampoix, 75004 Paris
FVTVRIST x SASHATATTOOING STUDIO
Co-curated by FVTVRIST and A-TOPOS’ @atopos.curator
A duo show by Tong @villsphotobook (Beijing / London) and Arthur Hoffmann @arthurhoffmann_ig (Paris), staged at @sashatattooingparis as part of Sashatattoing art/taste/sound event.
Arthur Hoffmann moves through a practice that blends photography, sculpture, installation, and in-situ intervention, he aims to reveal the raw aesthetic of derelict spaces and marginal landscapes. His photographic work, imbued with both a documentary and poetic approach, questions the relationship between humans and their environment by capturing transitional places marked by history and the passage of time.
At @sashatattooingparis the dialogue takes its literal form. The room is a place where skin is the working surface, the needle is the pressure and the image is what remains.
⛓️ Join us for the opening 16.05, 11h to 21h / Read more about the event @sashatattooingparis
38 rue Quincampoix, 75004 Paris
Reality Render // Playlist curated by @arthurhoffmann_ig for fvtvrist sound is live.
8h55m of voluminous, sharp and profound electronics, intelligent hip-hop, post-punk and experimental sound.
Link in bio.
HT #fvtvrist_sound #experimentalmusic #playlist #arthurhoffman
“Istanbul is not Brutalist at all, but it is extremely complex, dense, layered, chaotic, and constantly shifting.”
Conversation with @arthurhoffmann_ig is now live on Fvtvrist ⛓️
Special thanks to @atopos.curator
#UrbanComplexity #ArchitecturalDiscourse #contemporarycities
What Remains Suspended, a work by Arthur Hoffmann developed in close dialogue with a-topos’, brings together everyday objects and industrial materials to explore memory and absence.
Read the full conversation with Arthur Hoffmann, in which he reflects on how the work emerged—and where it may lead next.
Now live on FVTVRIST.
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#ContemporaryArt #ArtInterview #SculpturalPractice #FVTVRIST_interview
𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗥𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗦𝘂𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱
Arthur Hoffmann’s new installation suspends comfort in a state of tension. A chromed mattress, once belonging to the artist’s father and moved out after his death, hovers in levitation, wrapped in barbed wire and held by thin metal cables. An object of rest becomes a vessel of memory, emptied of the body yet charged with its absence.
Below, a grid-like metal pedestal evokes a bed reduced to structure, while a parabole antenna in the background suggests transmission, surveillance, and signals that persist beyond presence. Intimacy turns brittle; protection becomes restraint.
The work speaks of what moves, what comes and goes, what must be flushed away and what inevitably remains. Avoiding sentimentality, Hoffmann gives form to loss through precision and restraint, holding rest itself in suspension, unresolved between departure and persistence.
𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝗹𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 (𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗴𝘂𝘀)
A sculptural investigation into residue, violence, and transformation. An accumulated mass of tires—burned, then chromed—bears the marks of fire before returning as reflective matter. The process echoes open-air incineration and the informal burning of wasteland debris, where destruction becomes a method of extraction and loss a condition for reuse.
Barbed-wire legs lift the scorched mass slightly above the ground, forming a precarious elevation that recalls both a funerary platform and an improvised support. Containment and exposure coexist. Destruction is not concealed, only stabilized long enough to be seen.
𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗴𝘂𝘀 functions as a threshold—between burial and display, extraction and abandonment, memory and material persistence. Not a site of reverence, but of attention, where residue is held temporarily before meaning disperses again.
@arthurhoffmann_ig@atopos.curator@circoloconcierge
