“PPCRZ’s acrylic paintings exist in a world that feels just slightly out of sync with reality—familiar yet distant, quiet yet unnerving. His work captures liminality in both space and time, depicting scenes that hover between presence and absence, waiting and movement. Empty streets, isolated figures, and geometric structures create a sense of eerie stillness, as if the world has paused for a moment too long. There's an eerie stillness to his scenes, a quiet tension like something just happened or is about to.

The absurd emerges subtly, nestled in the details—features like easter-eggs that invite the viewer to take a second glance. Shadows stretch unnaturally, bending and twisting, adding an element of unease. His use of stark contrasts—muted pastels against deep blacks, rigid geometry softened by organic textures—reinforces the dreamlike nature of his compositions.

Pedro’s paintings evoke the atmosphere of a liminal dreamscape, where the world is simplified and serene but a tension lingers. Despite his motto “Comforting Art”, his art is neither comforting nor entirely unsettling but exists in the delicate space between. His work doesn’t scream horror, but its uneasy in the best way—like a half-remembered dream that lingers long after waking.”

I started painting when I was about 7. My first time creating with paint might have been for a school project, I don’t remember, but it captured me. The things I’d paint as a child were random, but mostly of nature, and all devoid of people—desolate, in a way. Still are. Landscapes, buildings, animals, yes... but never humans—plus drawing people is tough.

I painted off and on until I turned 13—some of that is below—when I moved from Brazil to Colorado, and the art went dormant.

I didn’t really get back into painting until 2020. Really, PPCRZ only exists because of the pandemic. By the end of that year, the uncertainty in the air had deeply shifted how I saw and interacted with the world I was in, and I turned back to art. Liminality, eeriness, and absurdity in my “liminal dreamscapes” rose from that strange time and place we were all in.