Porto Maurizio

Try to imagine if in the pixels imprinted on the icon you could glimpse the image of Porto Maurizio... no longer a nucleus overlooking the sea, but a suspended plot, a presence that does not expand but gathers, as if each volume had been arranged to maintain balance between height and horizon within irregular and precise margins.The ways would not open, they would flow.Thin lines that rise and bend slightly, enough to never reveal everything in a single glance.Every turn is a subtraction, a way to hold back the vision and force it to proceed slowly.The colored surfaces would stop being simple facades to become compact light: a material continuity that absorbs the sun instead of repelling it, making the atmosphere warmer, almost collected in itself.The clearings are not openings, but calibrated pauses: sudden expansions that do not free, but rebalance the compression of the streets.And below, the presence of the sea does not invade, but discreetly delimits: a mobile border, never definitive, which truly gives.measure to the building without ever really dominating it.