In the dialogue between light and shadow, Volo rises like a fragment of architecture freed from the weight of the earth.
The two columns – black and white – look at each other, touch each other, seek each other as if the void between them were breath.
Each cut is a gesture of precision and grace:
a crack that does not divide, but elevates.

The marble becomes light, almost like a breeze.
And in that suspended moment, between matter and silence,
thought finds its purest form:
the desire to rise without noise.