Pieces born from the same idea.
They share form, intention or origin, but are never identical.
Each one carries its own nuance.
Noche estrellada
Whirls of color, light vibrating over darkness. Inspired by The Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh, they reinterpret its intensity through form and material. They do not aim to reproduce, but to capture a feeling: the living sky, the endless stroke, emotion turned into object. Each piece is a fragment of that night.
Oro siliente
White is not emptiness, but a living surface. Golden veins appear as if light had been trapped within the material. There is no loudness, only presence. The shine does not seek to stand out, it simply breathes. Inspired by the mineral and the essential, where delicacy becomes structure and imperfection becomes language. Each form holds a balance between calm and glow.
Mármol vivo
Surfaces that resemble stone, but are not. Veins that shift, forms that are never repeated. Marble stops being solid and becomes light, adaptable, changing. It is not a block, but an interpretation. Matter that imitates, but does not copy.
Sa Roqueta
Pieces born from the light and calm of Mallorca, from sa roqueta, as those of us who live here call it. Forms that recall the coastline, the stone shaped by the sea, what time wears down and transforms. Irregular textures, warm tones, reflections that change with the daylight. Nothing is exact, nothing is repeated. They are not landscapes, but sensations. Fragments of an island turned into matter. Each piece holds something from here: calm, sunlight, and that rhythm that cannot be forced.
Constelación
Fragments of suspended light.
Without apparent order, without symmetry. Small glimmers that appear and disappear with movement.
As if the night were breaking into particles.
Flor imperfecta
Pieces where symmetry is no longer the rule. The flower opens, fragments, transforms. The resin holds every variation, every edge that does not quite fit. That is where it happens.
Copa medio llena
Between what is contained and what is about to fall. The shape of a glass as a point of balance, suspended in a moment that is never fixed. Resin and steel come together to give body to an idea: the fragile held by the firm, the transparent crossed by the structural. It is not an object about wine, but about the gesture of serving, of waiting, of stopping time just before change. Nothing is ever fully complete. And in that uncertainty, the form breathes.