A Solitary Watch I stand where the wall ends and the night begins. Under the wide rim of my hat, I watch the moon, a heavy, silent eye pulling away what I cannot name. My red dress is a petal of silk against the pale sand. I am a secret held between stone and sea. Your name tastes like salt on my lips. I wait for a return that the stars do not promise, wrapped in a lingering quiet that never truly ends. * Unique, one-of-a-kind painting * 100% hand-painted acrylic on canvas * Signed on the back * Stretched on wood and ready to hang * Does not come with a frame * Includes a certificate of authenticity * Ships from Italy with full insurance 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.