Pippo - Where the tide forgets us

潮水把我们遗忘的地方
我站在被盐风磨损的百叶窗前，被框住，凝视海的蔚蓝呼吸。我的红裙在白色石头上缓缓跳动，如慢速的心跳。在我身旁，我的毛皮披风般的无声影子也在注视着海浪。两只酒杯未被动过，琥珀色的酒液在厚重的天空下渐渐变得温热。我在等待一个从未出现的鬼影，或许只是等待着对你的记忆在其中溶解。这里，光似乎在疼痛，连潮水也把我们忘记。

Dimensions: 100 × 75 × 2.5 cm (H × W × D)
Medium: Original oil on professional-grade canvas
Edition: Unique, one-of-a-kind original artwork
Support: Stretched on a professional wooden frame (ready to hang).
Framing: Unframed (the sides are painted, no external frame included)
Authenticity: Signed verso; includes a Certificate of Authenticity (COA).
Logistics: Professional packaging and fully insured shipping from Italy with tracking.

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.