blue apple

an illusion that is not ashamed to be real

duality plays in this monochromatic spectacle, between illusion and reality, between plane and volume,the object sits as a fracture of perception; what we know is questioned by what we see

why not be blue?

why not be impossible?

an act of rebellion against the usual order, a monochromatic treatment, a delicious paradox, something simple that seems to become absurd, but through use this absurdity becomes necessary. the object is form, experience, it invites you to accept the fragility of reality, to laugh at conventions because sometimes reality is too serious.

biting blue apples is a choice, an exercise in freedom, a gesture against rigidity, because after all, some drink coffee as a drug, others as joy,

that's life, that's art; I'm like you and you're like me,

the world has enough red and green apples,

i’m obsessed with people

everything starts with a step, at that moment, the space changes,

the door is an architectural object that lives only because you live, it follows your movements, seeks your presence, and through contact you understand that "dancing about architecture" is an ongoing scenario,

for people there is no obsession without the geometry that they write through movement, in this sense, architecture is already dance; and dance begins from the need to say "I am here, next to you". each gesture triggers a response, where the shapes intertwine with each other, like dancers who touch for a second and then separate, between movements there are no walls to keep the world standing, there are only connections between people,

stability? an illusion, this is not found in the walls, but in the way in which people create together an invisible architecture of belonging, and the door becomes a landmark, an elastic symbol of home and cultural identity, and as the design expands in space, belonging is amplified.

the door becomes a dance partner, your gestures awaken it, and every movement creates living architecture,

the obsession with people becomes space, and this becomes architecture.

sampo lego

it changes with you !

each door becomes unique, just as each person is an unrepeatable story, it is colorful or silent, flat or volumetric, abstract or illustrative, you never enter the same door twice, because you are never the same,

the architectural object does not have a single face, it becomes the mirror of your happiness and experience; it can be colorful like a rainbow or silent like a white canvas, flat and austere or volumetric and full of energy, abstract like a code of dreaming or illustrative like a story told in images, one thing is certain, the door is shaped after you,

in ancient myths, sampo was an object of abundance, a cosmic engine that generated abundance and light for those who owned it, it was a mystery, a promise, a gateway between worlds; and today, this myth is reborn in a living form: a door that changes with you.

sampo is a manifesto about freedom and identity, about the right of everyone to create their own threshold, their own portal, their own story; it is a door that unites the inside with the outside, the real with the imaginary, yourself with others.

each door becomes unique, just as each person is an unrepeatable story,