Cristina was born an artist, and as such she can't see art as production, worse still as a paradigm.
Faces, hands, eyes that entice with witty spirit, round and generous shapes or twisted inward as if naked“.
This is the art of a dream calligrapher who draws visions, who creates impressions, anyway, with any instrument, on painting, with clay, in abstract and tormented patterns or webs of human details where symbols or fonts look like having been abandoned at random.
Cristina Gandini moves from sculpture to graphic arts and vice versa, at ease on a multi-disciplinary background, denying any strict definition, painter, sculptor or designer, as a matter of fact denying also any risk of academicism, and she always does it with a sense of inevitability which identifies and ennobles her exploratory struggle, of compulsive discovery.
This young artist speaks many languages simultaneously, switches across several techniques, from the relationship with matter to colour: as an antidote to the entropy of emotions , as if looking for vital space, almost to quench her thirst.
The overall impression is always that of an emotional attack, of a sudden jolt.
Cristina's art, in conclusion, gives always the impression of being the result a fight waged elsewhere, on other battlefields, even more flawless then in that being achieved with a sort of innocence, free from any will-to-do, or worse still will-to-define.