Painting · Writing · Interiors

Etching into hard surfaces
fragile stories.

Three forms of expression, one shared quest: to reveal the beauty of imperfections.

Wood retains the marks of time. Words tell the stories we carry within ourselves. Every artwork, every page, every space tells the same tale: what shapes us, cracks us, and transforms us.

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Arina Trunova in her studio, hand resting on an engraved wooden board

I write, paint, and engrave on recycled industrial wood, and I create artworks designed to harmonise with interiors. These practices tell the same story: what shapes us, cracks us, and transforms us.

Cover — Les portes qui claquent

Chapter I — Writing

Slamming Doors

“A story can be successful, even if it doesn't last.”

A debut novel forthcoming, four others in progress — travel novel, crime novel, political novel, family saga — and two short stories to read here.

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“Perfection doesn't exist. But we do.”

Chapter II — Painting

Wood remembers
what we forget

Five series — Wanderer, Drifter, Paris, Folklore, Black Forest. Acrylic and engraving on recycled wood, even on the panel's edge where a phrase sometimes hides.

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Les songes de plénitude
Dans une vague rêverie

The Creative Process

01 — Observe

01 — Observe

Spotting wood that has already lived, observing the world as it passes, listening to a place: each work begins with an attentive gaze.

02 — Open

02 — Open

Engraving, burning, carving; living through experiences; pushing the boundaries of a space. The crack is not repaired: it is followed.

03 — Colour, dream

03 — Colour, dream

Ochre, burnt earth, deep blue; dreaming beyond words; giving form to the desired atmosphere. Colour and idea become light.

Artwork display above a yellow sofa

Chapter III — Interiors & Collaborations

Some artworks find their place. Others reveal it. Bespoke collections, mural frescoes, painted furniture, room staging.

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The Journal

Stories & Reflections

Life in the Pluperfect

Short Story · Summer

Life in the Pluperfect

She wanted him to be more human. He was, a little too much so.

To Die Philosophically

Short Story · Winter

To Die Philosophically

A dull mirror, a golden sphinx, a writer turned shadow: the portrait of a success that saved nothing.

The letter — once a season

An unpublished text, a work in progress, nothing else.

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