... Photographs of branches and birds and trees and countryside that are reflected, replicating themselves, asserting themselves as if to reiterate that art stops death, blocks time, could therefore hypnotize the world and stop the inexorable entropy. Another poem by Laura Anfuso: «the tree / climbs the branches / the blue protrudes / even the roots / never forgets / because the trunk embraces / and with a calm shadow / caresses it comes down». Alongside some blueprints of legions of fallen leaves, branching geometries, pine crowns and perhaps my favourite, four singular and young Lombard cypress poplars around a solitarily clear bench. There are never humans in these shots, the man is far away, expelled, he remains alone in the words that try to engrave on the paper as if he were the beak of a woodpecker marking the bark of a tree. So engravings of human bodies drawn as if they were plants, the same fantasy that many years ago led certain cartoonists to imagine The Swamp Thing, the thing from the swamp, a murdered man who was rebuilt by plants in semi-human form, living in a new but also remembering something from the previous life. We who love spending time in the woods try to become, as they say, wild, or wilder, obviously it's all in our heads, we simply like it or would like it that way. Finally it is the vault of the heavens, the immense, stupendous skies that overlook and counterpoint us. Long blue skies, amazing battleships of clouds, steely sharp moons. Finally, here are the box sets, perhaps the most interesting form of art book, or rather the one that would lead you to want one: I too would like one of these boxes that inside have poems, photos, prints, engravings, small objects, pins, pine cones or seeds or who knows what, anything would do. Even the record industry knows the charm of these experiments, and often the release of CDs awaited by an audience is celebrated thanks to de-luxe editions, complete with extra materials and CDs, numbered photographs, special recordings. The cost doesn't matter: even spending 80 or 100 or even 500 euros for a box like this? However, you take home a true work of art. Scrolling through the pages of this recap, don't tell me that you wouldn't want to own at least one... for the moment, be satisfied with this one that you naturally hold in your hands...

(from the preface by Tiziano Fratus to the exhibition catalogue)