Conversation with Giordano Tironi
on the Home
The house was supposed to lie on a slight slope of strawberry trees, a few meters from the sea facing the island of Maddalena. At that time we were drawing; one day we went looking for a pretty stone on the Gallura hills. After following a long dirt road, we found Francesco. There was no building, no canopy, no mechanical device. There he was all alone, standing there with his leather apron, working with
a sledgehammer on large granite blocks under an age-old olive tree. With chirping crickets we finally found the earthy and spotted granite we wanted. We went back there a few days later and those erratic stones were different, ready to be part of a new system of relationships: our house.