There's a memory inside me that tastes of the salt and sun of a summer morning. A memory anchored in a childhood memory of the sea and the blinding light of the whitewashed walls of southern Spain.
Each jewel is a fragment of seascapes, a unique and unrepeatable piece that yearns to tell a story: that of the coral that endures, the posidonia that dances, or the sinuous wave that is never the same.
It is, in essence, the evocation of the sea, the light that fades at dusk, turned into metal, our relaxed and serene gaze toward the Mediterranean.
Each jewel is a fragment of seascapes, a unique and unrepeatable piece that yearns to tell a story: that of the coral that endures, the posidonia that dances, or the sinuous wave that is never the same.
It is, in essence, the evocation of the sea, the light that fades at dusk, turned into metal, our relaxed and serene gaze toward the Mediterranean.
