The amazement facing the rocks. The wonderful vertical, full of hanging lights and shades , opacity and reflections of the rock. Mother. The wonderful horizontal of a mirror. Made of Lake fresh water. Father. Our answer is poetic. The metaphor of rock facets and its reflection abilities, is serenely lying on a horizontal level reflecting water, presage of the Lake. The Munari rocks island.
Moving around, its ability, sometimes reflecting, sometimes opaque, sometimes transparent, is surprising but is creating a path both of mimesis and astonishment, and therefore of knowledge. We know, now, we are in Riva del Garda. The building and its Conference Centre, is not belonging to any other part of the World, of Italy, of the Lake. We know it belongs to us. We know It belongs to us.