Conceived for of a long lasting, amorous, acute overview. And this overview is concretized in pulsating material on a support. But what material? Piva is not a doubting, asphyxiated poet, twisted around himself. He is not enclosed in questions without answers like many artists of our Western world. Piva makes light, glaring or suffused, clear or dense, pass depending upon feeling. There is fury and enthusiasm in it but also a maternal touch of velvet and tenderness. It is rare that a contemporary painter achieves a similar feeling.
It ‘s rare that a contemporary painter reaches a similar sentiment. In Piva, the mystery of this matter that lights makes it appear to our eyes “flesh” nature that he abstracts, does not remove the “flesh”, that is, being full of life. If we stop, at least a little, before his works, although apart from the subject, even if you do not know the title, you would feel still swollen burned the soul. Because the mystery of existence, the field waiting to incarnate, is presented by Piva pure: color, form, light. That is life. For this, now, his art form can only be an abstraction, which is the infinite language. Where Piva is and to which we want to bring.