Stones like thousand-year-old totems, lit up by neons, white lights of human attempts to chase away the darkness. A combination of the senses, of form and eras so improbable that, they are finally, obvious.
The cold of the street moving into the cocoon. What is aggressive becomes reassuring. What is hard becomes a soft nest. The Milanese Alessio Nardi fed off multiple disciplines and did not make a choice. He combined, mixed, joined… because the era allows it. Because the world allows it. It has always allowed it. We merely discover it today.
After all, why oppose the new and the old? And what if tomorrow were written with the ink of wisdom and the brush of youth ?