“Notes on Straw Poetry
Summer: the Tuscan landscape was dominated by the yellow of the harvested fields. The curved lines of the farms adorned with the scattered dots of compressed straw cylinders. The grass, slender and vulnerable, once bound into bundles, transforms into strong, volumetric straw.
Buonconvento, a beautiful medieval city of red bricks enclosed by walls, still endures, surviving its long journey through time—almost eternal, isolated in time yet also immersed in a constantly changing landscape: the rhythm of sowing and harvesting, the flowing and dynamic waters of the Ombrone River, the clouds dancing in the blue sky, the swaying of the trees in the wind…
Art to Art: arte, architettura, paesaggio. Un sogno, uno sforzo, una passione, un intrecciarsi del lavoro della gente che cerca il senso della vita, che condivide un passato che ispira a far sì che il prezioso presente stimoli un futuro più carico di significato, un ponte nel tempo, un luogo per riflettere, un viaggio interiore verso la nostra esistenza, una continuazione dell’arte, della vita.
Architecture, a team effort, a platform to share dreams and hopes, love and fear, strength and weakness, a space for life, a meeting point, a crossroads, an event, an opportunity in time, a cultural bridge, an open door to possibilities.
Straw Poetry, a junction in space, a connection that links city, river, fields, trees, earth and sky—a bridge uniting past and present, a meeting place of the eternal and the ephemeral, a spot where nature embraces culture, where the weak and the strong merge, a site where the sky kisses the earth, the trees dance, the bricks smile, the river sings…"
