The pigments he uses are gray wrapping the appearance of nature, the remnants of lives that were, plant varieties that erratic move on the rough surfaces of large sheets that Pipani dotted with signs and words, calibrated artifices to keep alive metaphorically the tension between the natural world and the civilization that has corrupted the system on a global scale; purified by a combustion which has nevertheless preserved the structure, slender trunks, such as banners, are implanted in the ground in search of lost roots, in a imaginary reforestation. You can listen this, nature and landscape still speak. The question is whether they are still a soul cast.