The forest and the sky. Pictures of pleasant moments taken from memory. The sun, the chirping of grasshoppers, the scent of suntanned skin, of a bonfire, of late summer. Breath. Space. Eyes fixed on tree crowns. A nap in a hammock in the shade beneath, the blue of the sky and the green of the leaves. An infinite palette of shades that differs depending on time, light, air transparency and place. From close up, from a distance, through a window, driving a car. And in every forest there’s a different story, a different tree, different leaves. A path running towards someone’s house. Or perhaps deep in the woods. Let me invite you to the world in which drawing spins its tale.