About Me
Drawn to contrasts, both in life and art — not as aesthetics, but as condition. Between the austere mountains of Valtellina, the vibrant intensity of Antigua and the silence of Nordic forests, I choose to live inside reality rather than observe it from a distance. Landscape as emotional terrain. Life in its brutal, truthful and heartbreaking beauty. Never quite defined by any of it.
Cin Per's practice moves between printmaking and engraving, rooted in works derived from painterly matrices fragmented into mosaic-like compositions. Dense, oil-based fragments brush against one another without ever fully merging, where the tension between contact and distance echoes the limits of human connection.
An original alphabet of indecipherable glyphs runs through the work, reflecting the irreducibly subjective nature of experience shaped by personal history, values, and temperament. Each piece unfolds like a late night tale: restless, unresolved, open to misreading. Even when told in the same language, understanding fails. Human imperfection reveals itself in its sharpest form: the inability to ever fully grasp one another, no matter how close we come.
Land and earth-bound elements are grounded, stable, yet perpetually unsettled by forces beyond control. Clouds embody interferences, judgements, the noise of the external world that distorts clarity and destabilizes perception. Waves carry internal unrest: guilt, inadequacy, non-belonging, and a persistent, often silent rebellion against systems that suffocate possibility. A metaphor for migrant life: not feeling at home anywhere while being at home everywhere.
Above it all, the moon traces its cycle, a silent witness to repetition. Time becomes the only true constant: everything returns, everything dissolves. Its presence envelops the works in a suspended, nocturnal stillness, where landscapes feel held in a fragile, almost suffocating calm.
The work navigates the fragile balance between roots and distance, isolation and the need for belonging, a relentless search for truth obstructed by the absence of any shared, absolute truth. These are works shaped by fracture: breaks that generate new forms, where experience becomes both wound and method. What emerges is not resolution, but endurance, a form of resilience that exists precisely because of the damage. It reflects on how painful it is to accept that every truth is subjective.
Landscape dissolves into emotional terrain. The pursuit of happiness, those rare moments of complete fulfillment, appears as flashes of color within a life structured by dense, cool chromatic blocks, heavily imbued with material presence. The act of applying paint in a raw, unrefined manner generates movement and substance: the tangible within the ephemeral, the constant friction of opposing forces that define everyday existence. Every mark remains imperfect, as life itself. In the pursuit of perfection, human nature reveals itself precisely through its flaws. Intuition, anxiety, impulse: color in motion collides with the rigidity of form, generating compositions that never fully merge, like the people we love, who, no matter how close, remain ultimately unknowable. Do we even know ourselves?
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