The water is used to paint the relationship between time, words and the river that dance cyclically in an ancient and continuous flow.

The moon, which has always marked the rhythms of the tides, walks on the surface of the water in a painted sign made of reflections. The fluid ink thus tells the story of the ancestral rhythms of the flowing river, of the passing of time and of the nature that moves around it.

The sky looks from above at the pulsating rhythms of life that moves on the surface in a cycle of beginnings and endings, while we are witnessing at this moment reflecting immersed in the same reflections of the flowing river.

A river of paper and words, phrases whispered in the ear of those who stop to explore and who slowly let themselves be led by the current to flow inside the Library.
Thoughts flow through words, free flowing like a raging river. Thoughts of paper. Paper words. Often wrinkled, bent, at the mercy of the currents and tossed about by emotions.. but still firm, anchored to our heart, which beats creates the rhythm to express ourselves.