And now my meandering takes me
to that composition glimpsed from
the SS115, scattered around, inside
and on top of that rocky porous
tuff, that aromatic hill.
Olive, almond and citrus trees
alongside bushes of local caper
and thyme, engaged in their battle
to conquer the travertine ground
as the six senses take over.
RP01 In the distance, suspended
upon rock extrusions, I glimpse an
infrastructure with a fish perched
on top. Dazzling and distracting
metallic reflections call to me.
Along with a fragment of land,
I scuttle beneath the free-hanging
corner of the concrete slab and stand
inside the courtyard.
Dreamlike illusionism prevails.
An iron pin beside the swimming pool
silently carries 266 tonnes of concrete.
Stalking through the domestic
infrastructure, I encounter neither
stairs nor ramps.
Like sheets drying in the open air,
upon the insolent 2.4 metre concrete
beams, soft concrete hangs in concave
Or convex geometries that depend on
the sun and the surrounding landscape,
to both protect and expose me to the
blinding light.
Hierarchies of intimacy and specific
connections with the environment
are imposed by the fabrics, removing
any free will.
A naturally aerated system of
stone walls, rotated 45° to accentuate
their detachment from the structure,
encloses the domestic space. The bond
with the landscape and surrounding
nature is constant and not once lost
sight of.
A silvery fish skin with iridescent
colours and mirrored scales covers
the infrastructure as a delicate textile.
The ceramic flakes create a play of
light, the skin moves.
I leave the shimmering infrastructure
behind me and amble up towards
the security of the windy hilltop.