Before gold, there was color. We were born amidst walls covered in graffiti, but always with our gaze fixed on the eternal. There, where Zeus casts the lightning bolt that marks the fissure, and Poseidon, god of earthquakes, opens the fracture that allows rebirth.
Here, chaos does not destroy: it reveals. The break is not hidden: it is illuminated.
"Fragments of the Past" is the origin. The place where art begins to transform.
