We are at the exact point where, having passed the last Metalliferous Hills of the innermost Maremma, we begin to see the “new” sea of Tuscany, the sea of sailing ships seeking the wind of Castiglione della Pescaia. Nestled in this paradise, Pierangiolo Piccini walks among the vines. Her steps sink into the warm earth, as if to bask in its maternal warmth. In the space of a moment, Pierangiolo’s instincts anticipate agronomic calculations, scanning horizons that only an artist can imagine.