Cris’s etchings, fed at the same time by Expressionism and Abstract art, reflect a vital energy contained by the line. Lines rise to meet gravity.
Lines flee and stop one another in a contradictory dynamic of concentration and dispersion.
Lines move apart or join together in dense shapes, searching for an organic black.
This life-bearing energy holds the indecisive forms of life. A drop emerges from the ceiling, from an embarrassment or a dream. A fragment of weave hesitates, forks and leaves the frame, letting the light filter through its edges.
Masses overlap around a crevice, like oblivion amid obsessive memories. A word not formulated.
ANNE LOUYOT “O céu não tem beiras”, 2010