Radici di Chimera

I am born of a suspended time, the time when matter stops choosing whether to be stone or flesh: I am the Radici di Chimera wallpaper, and I bring to the wall a petrified wood where thousand-year-old trunks have turned to rock without ceasing to breathe. Colossal roots arch like the vaults of a mineral cathedral, their bark turned into layers of stratified stone, while composite creatures — bird skulls, insect limbs, human torsos, reptile tails — inhabit hollows and recesses like silent keepers of a forgotten myth.

My asymmetrical composition lets a great formation of roots dominate on the left, arching above the eye, while smaller trunks and barely perceptible presences fade towards a veiled horizon on the right. Ochre, bone white, slate grey and rust red warm into the amber and burnt earth of the hybrid flesh, cooling into the dusty blue of the deepest shadows. Close to you find cracked mineral veins, scales and feathers painted with patience, small eyes watching from the cavities of the petrified wood, fossil imprints cut into the stone itself.

Painted with the polished precision of academic Surrealism, this scene lives on slow transitions between stone and flesh, built up in thin glazes as a masterpiece on canvas was once built. In a bathroom bathed in diffuse light, where every surface seeks quiet, the Radici di Chimera wallpaper becomes a silent threshold towards a myth that does not stop watching us. It is WallZad's tailored hand, faithful to the original painting, that keeps every detail of it on the wall of the home.