How different it is from Pila's. So cool, so swamp, so primitive, where the eye borders on pine forests so far away as to create a single border with clouds on certain days. And this is what Uber has rendered in the painting together with the inevitable small bush of red tamericio from the cold. I wish you could see and hear the wind coming from the ground in the valley of Marina Romea, always strong enough to provoke the so-called “galaverna” moved on the leaves and branches, on the sea side. The so-called “falaschi”, uncultivated herbs, shrubs, they were all a lace and the banks so white, they closed the water which, by contrast, became so intense blue that in the parts near the banks it was colored blue.

Raffaella Bertani, Manuscript, 1996