Solo Barozzi Veiga

At the bottom of the main road, through the woods, a path leads to the entrance of a pavilion. Once inside, a small acropolis appears on the top of a mountain ridge. A soft breeze blows, there is a sense of intimacy and protection. Just a few simple volumes. In the center, visible but distant, the wild landscape. A long, high plinth stretches horizontally between trees on sloping ground. Inside the pavilions, the reflection of water, fire, the brilliance of the sky, the hidden shadows. The evening light enters the high spaces, creating a shelter. The shadows bounce off the ground with chiseled relief, offering a view of the horizon, mountains, fields, woods. You can feel the fresh air while crossing the patio. When night falls, down the house and protected, we enter the cozy spaces of the rooms.