In Liguria, right on the French border, there is a house that gave up its walls. In their place, curtains. The wind passes straight through them, the sea looks inside, and beneath the open roof a crystal chandelier sways under the open sky — like a touch of luxury that agreed to live outdoors.
Here you don’t hide from the world: you live in the middle of nature. I painted three corners of a single house. It wasn’t the place that held me, but what it does to the light: the way it catches on the crystal, fills the white fabric, and settles — just once — on a living flower.