The furniture appears, tiptoeing around. The items round the wall, retain- ing a story. They create some more. Things of beauty and color. And when they keep still, it is through their lines that passes an image, the memory of a summer.
A drawer opens up, turning us upside down, sometimes it is by following the wood that we find ourselves in the forest. Joris Poggioli is a storyteller. He thinks of the practical and rationalizes what is superfluous. He dresses up the space by draw- ing matter, breaking down the feminine curves of this other alphabet. Childhood, clouds where the lines of our beautifully scattered lives stretch with elegance. Youth creates the irresistible with the urge to whisper to us: why choosing between dreams and intensity.