Pioppeta Rapida

The light of the poplar groves in summer is the amniotic fluid in which I swam as a child. The stage of our games, with the river Serchio flowing alongside; the light bounced, shining with the shadow, gently stirred by a light breeze, and this dance joined the comfort of the cool air. Every now and then the bright colours of our T-shirts would burst quickly in. With the concept “the more they cut down, the more I paint” I have dedicated to trees the long painting cycle that is still ongoing.