About me

Tierre began painting at the age of 18 and pursued education at the Academy of Fine Arts in Italy.

In 2009, Tierre relocated to London.

Here, she has the opportunity to visit many exhibitions and masterpieces around the museums.

“The city is a canvas on its own to my eyes, from postcards of ancient buildings while crossing a bridge to a wall whose pattern is an abstract in black and white.

The chaos of streets that goes silent when a squirrel, a fox, a flower from a beautiful garden, or a gigantic tree crosses your eyes.

The beauty is indeed in our eyes if we allow ourselves to see.”

Due to circumstances, Tierre started to work on a smaller scale and on paper.

A curiosity about water, black ink, quills, Japanese brushes, and cotton papers changed the palette of the works, and it went completely monochrome.

The waterblacks are the beginning of a journey in which patterns are revealed slowly and often by chance. The process is guided, however unpredictable.

The drippings are collected onto napkins, which are then used to layer order or disorder into the work.

As the curiosity grew, the work moved on canvas, but it became heavier. The process incorporates the deconstruction of paperwork in need of realignment, creating collages of burdensome searching for redemption.

The overall view is a constant duality marked by saturated napkins and recycled fragments of old works navigating in a cosmos searching for glimpses of peace, calm, and harmonious moments to recharge and remember that beauty is within ourselves.

 

The Soul

…Love often hides in the shadows of our souls.

The work is designed to elicit emotions through reflection, enabling people to seek love in places they may otherwise overlook or avoid due to discomfort.

In the vast expanse of the cosmos,

The light dances within the fabric, whispering feelings beneath the surface in a delicate search for harmony underneath imperfections.

It is a conversation with one’s unique inner depths and the limitless threads of the unseen.

We create, destroy, endure, and exist.

In the fragility of the instance, chaos weaves its magic, changing sadness into love.