toki

time does not pass, it devours

it doesn’t stroll or whisper sweetly, it consumes quietly, efficiently, without hesitation, uou don’t see it coming, you don’t hear the ticking when you’re lost in your habits, your distractions, your plans; but time is there, moving through you as much as you move through it taking without asking,

we call it passing time, but the truth is we are being passed through, and when we look up, something is missing: a season, a relationship, a version of ourselves we swore we’d return to.

memento

when form and matter become memory

a dense, silent presence, stratified, geometric, seemingly shaped by the patience of another era, one in which time settled slowly over things, leaving visible traces,

memento speaks of time lived, with every volume, every edge, it preserves through shadow the imprint of that time; above all, is a contemporary relic, where the light falling across its surface deepens perception, the relief turns into rhythm and functionality becomes almost secondary to symbolism,

an object that marks time not by its passing, but by its ability to hold it still,

memento is what remains when everything else seems to pass,

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the form of time preserved

it is a gesture of slowing down, an exercise in presence, it is what remains, when everything else seems to pass.

forteforma

some forms are not created; they are called!

these sculptural objects are jewels of contemporary space that do not only serve function; they carry presence, energy, and subtle control.

in a world of mass-produced objects, they remain rare presences of personal force and elegance that cannot be explained through words, perhaps only through dance!

the architectural objects of forteforma do not just open the flow of water; they open the possibility of influence.

presence is not asserted, it is felt!