Ponte dei Crisantemi

I am born as Ponte dei Crisantemi wallpaper, a Chinese garden that unfolds along the wall like an endless frieze, where pavilions with upturned tiled roofs, slender timber columns and open lattice screens follow one another, linked by arched stone bridges crossing still waters.

I belong to the tradition of chinoiserie, that art which Europe cultivated while looking at China with wonder, translating pagodas and gardens into clean lines and measured colours. Here the hand repeats, at measured intervals, pavilions and bridges among terraces, low rockwork and slender bamboo, letting the warm cream ground breathe between each cluster of full-bloom chrysanthemums, their layered petals and jagged leaves drawn in clean contour, filled with muted terracotta and burnt sienna.

I do not describe a place that exists, but a thought of a garden: the calm achieved when every element has room to be looked at, one by one, without crowding. It is a scene one can inhabit with the eye, in a home, in a studio, in a hotel lobby, wherever a large, clear wall asks to tell something without raising its voice.

Ponte dei Crisantemi wallpaper is born from the care we bring to every stage: from the linear drawing faithful to tradition to the printing on non-woven paper, where the fine tooth of the support keeps line and colour crisp, ready to be seen as closely as from afar.