Riccioli di Felce

I am born as a breath that curls in on itself: the Riccioli di Felce wallpaper is a rose window of fern crosiers drawn with the grammar of damask, every frond spiralling towards the centre like an acanthus curl, until it composes a perfectly symmetrical mandala spreading from the heart of the wall towards its edges.

I live on a single chromatic breath: the warm oat ground holds fern silhouettes in olive green, bronze and antique gold, laid over one another in tonal values so close they merge into a single dusty material, never contrasting, never loud. I have no shadows, no relief: I am a flat, clean surface, drawn like a fine screen print, where every outline stays crisp and every turn shows itself only to whoever really comes close.

On a child’s bedroom wall I choose to be grand gesture and small secret at once: from afar I mark out the space with a wide, reassuring rhythm; close up I offer minute spirals that invite a child’s curious eye to follow them, with their turns and their embroideries. I am ornament that becomes play, heraldry that becomes cradle.

Every roll comes from the same craftsmanship that has always signed WallZad: the choice of tones, the precision of the outline, the balance between grandeur and restraint. In this room made for growing up, the Riccioli di Felce wallpaper does not impose: with its old weave made light, it accompanies the light time of childhood.