Pippo - The House I Left





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Pippo, The House I Left, a 2025 original acrylic painting (portrait) on canvas, 70 × 140 × 2.5 cm, hand-signed with a certificate of authenticity, stretched on a wooden frame and ready to hang, made in Italy and in excellent condition.
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The House I Left
I stand on this ridge, the wind tugging at my hat. Below, the house is a red heart in the dust. I keep it far away, where rooms are cold. Now, the sun is a bruised fruit in a pale sky. The cat sits like a spill of ink, sharing my vigil. I hold my red bag, heavy with unmailed ghosts. The path home is a line dissolving. I am almost there, yet the silence is wide. My heart is a bird with no home.
* Dimensions: 70 × 140 × 2.5 cm (H × W × D)
* Medium: 100% hand-painted oil on canvas
* Status: Unique, one-of-a-kind original artwork
* Mounting: Stretched on a wooden frame, ready to hang
* Framing: Unframed (the sides are painted, no external frame included)
* Authentication: Signed on the back; includes a Certificate of Authenticity
* Shipping: Dispatched from Italy with full insurance coverage
About the Artist:
Pippo (born in Monza) creates works that navigate the quiet terrain between geometric abstraction and surrealism. Leaving behind a successful career in graphic design to devote himself entirely to painting, he settled near the calm shores of Lake Maggiore. His background is evident in his compositions—architectural, balanced, and precise—yet they are softened by a cinematic atmosphere that feels like a memory or a dream.
For Pippo, art is an immersive act. He engages with his subjects by writing narratives in the first-person present tense, mentally stepping into the canvas to experience the moment from within. However, while he enters these worlds personally, he leaves the physical canvas open to interpretation. His figures, though elegantly attired, are frequently faceless. This anonymity is an invitation: it ensures the protagonist "can be anyone," allowing the viewer to step into the scene and inhabit the story themselves.
This boundary between the seen and the unseen defines the artist as well. Reserved and introspective, he writes privately and prefers his canvases to speak. He maintains no digital footprint, avoiding social media to preserve the same sense of mystery found in his work.
Using a palette of subtle, atmospheric tones punctuated by decisive color, Pippo refines a language of elegant economy. His paintings—filled with silent animals, sharp shadows, and glowing light—are not just images, but open-ended stories of longing and grace.
The House I Left
I stand on this ridge, the wind tugging at my hat. Below, the house is a red heart in the dust. I keep it far away, where rooms are cold. Now, the sun is a bruised fruit in a pale sky. The cat sits like a spill of ink, sharing my vigil. I hold my red bag, heavy with unmailed ghosts. The path home is a line dissolving. I am almost there, yet the silence is wide. My heart is a bird with no home.
* Dimensions: 70 × 140 × 2.5 cm (H × W × D)
* Medium: 100% hand-painted oil on canvas
* Status: Unique, one-of-a-kind original artwork
* Mounting: Stretched on a wooden frame, ready to hang
* Framing: Unframed (the sides are painted, no external frame included)
* Authentication: Signed on the back; includes a Certificate of Authenticity
* Shipping: Dispatched from Italy with full insurance coverage
About the Artist:
Pippo (born in Monza) creates works that navigate the quiet terrain between geometric abstraction and surrealism. Leaving behind a successful career in graphic design to devote himself entirely to painting, he settled near the calm shores of Lake Maggiore. His background is evident in his compositions—architectural, balanced, and precise—yet they are softened by a cinematic atmosphere that feels like a memory or a dream.
For Pippo, art is an immersive act. He engages with his subjects by writing narratives in the first-person present tense, mentally stepping into the canvas to experience the moment from within. However, while he enters these worlds personally, he leaves the physical canvas open to interpretation. His figures, though elegantly attired, are frequently faceless. This anonymity is an invitation: it ensures the protagonist "can be anyone," allowing the viewer to step into the scene and inhabit the story themselves.
This boundary between the seen and the unseen defines the artist as well. Reserved and introspective, he writes privately and prefers his canvases to speak. He maintains no digital footprint, avoiding social media to preserve the same sense of mystery found in his work.
Using a palette of subtle, atmospheric tones punctuated by decisive color, Pippo refines a language of elegant economy. His paintings—filled with silent animals, sharp shadows, and glowing light—are not just images, but open-ended stories of longing and grace.

