I’ve always been inspired by those marvellous traces of fog on mirrors.
They somehow turn the room into a painting full of water droplets, full of sensual overtones, soft fabrics, fragile essences created by a sensitive diaphragm, their contours under construction, materials in decay. Everything prompts the imagination to take flight like those acrobatic motifs painted on the tray, up above, and down at the bottom of the sea Neptune creates and sprays – encore, encore, encore – fountains that feed the river with a wondrous current, of light.
Delicate nuances unfurl between sun and moon, lepidoptera and negligees, draperies and carpets. The curves of the bed turn up in the boat embroidered on the cushion. The transparency and fragility of the fabrics continue along this path, through the dancing transformation of butterflies across the wall and in the mirror. Delicate, seductive vibrations can be perceived in every intense gaze, every deeper probing.
This place, Casa Mollino, is proof that it’s possible – putting aside the laws of physics – to feel the presence of something we cannot touch with our hands, but only graze with our senses. It is a singularity that inspires me to move deeper, to explore untapped perspectives, both in the room around me and within myself. Perspectives and visions that also unfold with the slow flow of time, if one pays attention to the shifting rays of both the sun and moon, and when those are absent, even the changing sounds that the life of the city generates. They stream in from outside, as regular as clockwork… While outside nature awaits with a pageant of colours and fragrances, the current of the river sings with magnetic energy. The windows reveal the gentle landscapes of hills in the background. They offer a vision of quietude, of almost eternal peace.
