14/06/2026
Eighty centimeters in diameter.
A surface entirely dressed in raspberries, placed one by one, with care, with time, with respect.
It was long work, the kind that doesn’t watch the clock but only the result.
Each fruit in its place, until it formed a perfect red: vivid, vibrant.
When we brought it into the room, one instant of silence was enough to know it had been worth it.
Because true beauty is never rushed. And the memory of a detail like this lingers.
