Main road

Strada Maestra isn't a geographical location, but a direction of the soul. It's a still image that the unconscious has distilled and recomposed in bright colors, transforming an old memory into a launch pad. Here, the asphalt becomes liquid, a blue current that slides swiftly between walls of ochre and fire, dragging the gaze, and the intention, towards the only horizon that matters: that of the next steps.