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T R I N I  R H O R E R

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TRINI RHORER

The Poetry of Form

A B O U T

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A B O U T

Trini Rhorer is a contemporary figurative artist whose work explores the intersection of form, memory, and emotional presence. Through softened anatomy and obscured identity, her paintings examine what remains when the boundaries between self and connection begin to dissolve.

Working in a restrained palette and expressive brushwork, Rhorer focuses on the body as a vessel of experience rather than a fixed structure. Her figures emerge, press together, and fade—capturing moments that feel remembered more than seen.

Her work is organized in series, each exploring a distinct emotional language while maintaining a cohesive visual voice.

S E R I E S  I

THE SHAPE OF NEARNESS

Nearness is not always measured in distance. It lives in the space just before touch—in the pause, in the pull. 

 

This series explores that threshold. 

 

Light and shadow move across the body not to describe it, but to reveal what lingers within it—warmth, pressure, hesitation, release.

Nothing here is fully defined.
What is absent is often what is most felt.

These works do not resolve. They hover.

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Before Touch

Acrylic on Canvas 36 x 48
$1,800

Where You Meet Me

Acrylic on Canvas 36 x 48
$2,400

After We Disappear

Acrylic on Canvas 36 x 48
$2,800

Held in Fragments

Acrylic on Canvas
30 x 40 
$2,000

A R T I S T  S T A T E M E N T

The figures are not portraits, but impressions...

exploring what remains when identity softens inside connection.

C O M I N G  S O O N

SERIES II
    Wild Form


    

There is a kind of knowing that lives below thought.

It does not ask permission.
It does not explain itself.
It moves when it needs to move.

Wild Form is an exploration of that instinct—the part of us that is physical, immediate, and undeniable. The bull appears not as symbol, but as presence. Weight. Force. A body that exists fully within itself.

SERIES III
    A Quiet Landscape

There are places that do not belong to geography. They are not destinations, but states of being.  A horizon that feels like something once happened there.  A stretch of air that holds more than it reveals. The Quiet Landscape exists in that space.

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