Venice is a city of contradictions. It demands attention; every alley and square inspires awe and wonder.

Despite the slow pace of movement, the impatience of daily life pushes one to experience the city frantically.

Rushing through the alleys, one perceives only shapes, colors, and murmurs; a quick, fleeting, partial, and hurried vision of Venice.

It is a place where there is a correspondence between the rectangular nature of forms and the anarchy of the water, which disdains the notion of form.

When experiencing the architecture of Venice, one often no longer feels alone but surrounded by the gaze of buildings as if by familiar people.

Thus, in the contrast of the marbles, one discovers the profiles of bodies; and the doors along the canals that open onto the water appear like open mouths; you then realize that the eyes on the facade of a church – pierced in those two points by a dark bifora window – are scrutinizing you from afar.

With its verticality, the bricola breaks the continuous Venetian horizon, a furrow that separates the sea from the sky.

When the salty air brushes against the walls like a persistent presence, every surface becomes a reason to mark its passage.

A faint voice rises, a hiss that whispers of wanting to be remembered, in a dense and sulfurous atmosphere that covers the skin of things like a thin film.

The few surviving indentations, from a bygone era, tell us of a surface carved by the Venetian bora wind.

We are used to walking with our heads held high, to admiring the splendid panorama that surrounds Venice, to listening to the sound of the waves breaking on the shore, the same waves that bring to the surface a hidden part of the seabed.

The breath of Venice erodes and marks the walls of its houses, where material slowly wears away and detaches.

Salt is the language of time.

It constantly rewrites Venice with a patient, daily, inevitable trace. Salt, a testament to the infinite dialogue between the city and water, settles like a light caress on the skin of things and makes their memory visible.

Research into the repeated element, until it becomes magic and a sign.