There is something particularly moving about waiting for dawn. The light can be guessed to finally gently invade the landscape. This passage from night to dawn fascinates Piccinelli as a visual artist.

The arrival of dawn is done in silence and sweetness. A new day is about to be born; for the painter it is a visual metaphor for the creation of a new work.

Each dawn offers new shades from blue to pink passing through orange or from blue to white disturbed by the gray of the mist.

This work on Arches 300 gr/m2 paper is a triptych made with pigmented ink.

"In the increasingly clear air

still sparkles this tear

or low flame in glass

when the mountains sleep

rises a golden vapor

Remain thus suspended

on the balance of dawn

between the promised ember

and this lost pearl"

Philippe Jaccotet; "Airs"; poems 1961-1964; in Fin d'hiver; no 5; Paris; Gallimard editions (1967)