He was a shepherd who loved his land and dreamt to become a sculptor. One day the sun was setting in the Strait of Sicily and lighting the mountains around him when he understood that just where he was, spirits laid asleep. He began to imagine a big theatre, a geomantic project to channel their voice.
It had to be bigger than a sculpture, mightier than a theatre: a great rock mass that, like a planet, flies through the stars.
We’ve been to see the life project of that shepherd, in constant evolution like the galaxy in which it originated.
The best part of this place is that planets and stars are a like presence in the air. It is like being on a spaceship launched into space to observe who we are, where we are going.
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