Every object contains within itself its own archetype, a link to the time and the world to which it belonged. An old school desk can carry us back in time, evoking countless personal recollections while bringing to life the emotions associated with that particular period of our lives. In the same way, what is today the latest model of a cell phone will, with the passage of time, come to remind us of these days and of the world that created and used it. Objects serve to tell the story - and the history - of the people and the society in which they existed.
A ESCADA is a ladder and a board. Together these elements come into balance, as can be seen in the suggestions images. Once the delicate balance between the ladder and the board is understood, it naturally becomes an open toy, allowing other elements to come into play and make it more complicated. There are no limits. We invite you to use any other object as a counterweight, for example: keys, a glass full of water, changing the board for a spoon or an egg, placing another ladder… these are just a few ideas. The interesting thing about the game is that each player can discover for himself the physical forces that serve to keep the ladder in balance.
This forest, resembling a bookshelf, includes a wide variety of woods and is made up of 51 pieces, each engraved with the name of the tree that it came from.
The games are limited editions, as they come from the remains of trees that we, together with numerous friends and collaborators, have collected and preserved over time, with a wish to extend their lives. This means that when the wood from one particular tree has been used up, we carry on with that of another tree, making each set and series truly unique.
Is it an inanimate object or is there something in it that gives it life? Could it be that he reminds us of the messenger boy, the newspaper vendor, the shoeshine or the apprentice of any number of jobs – one who depends on his arms and legs to carry out these menial jobs in order to scrape by? Where does our sympathy for an object come from? Where do our emotions spring from -weak and subtle as they may be – where if not from the emotions of life itself and the spirit that animates it?