Colección: ARTPHABET

Once upon a time, there was an alphabet that refused to stay in line. The letters had grown tired of being simple marks on paper: they dreamed of becoming three-dimensional, of having volume, weight, and substance. So, one night, they decided to escape from ink and take refuge in the folds of sculpture.
The A found shelter in an overturned fountain, where Duchamp awaited with a mocking smile. The B began spinning around itself, lost in the spirals of Richard Serra. The C gazed into the shiny depth of an Anish Kapoor work and discovered that, by looking at it too long, one could fall inside.