In Catania, an artist's home. Inside, books and paintings. Outside, beyond Villa Bellini, the city.
For those who want to inhabit a place,not simply pass through it.
Iron, wood, paper, canvas. These are the materials of the house.
A house opened to guests the way you open it to friends.
The spiral of an iron staircase rises to the terrace like a sculpture; herringbone parquet runs through the rooms, books sit beside the records.
Art books are scattered through the house, there to accompany a pause; a Basquiat left open halfway through. The record player isn't there to be photographed.
An intimate welcome,a terrace,the historic centre just a few steps away.
The rooms
Three spaces, each with a different light. Sottotesto, Contrappunto, Origami. Three ways of reading the same house: what is sensed, what enters into dialogue, what takes shape.
What is sensed.
The largest of the three suites. Quiet, with three large French doors opening onto its private terrace, a breakfast corner, a study and a sofa. A bathtub sits beyond an opening in the wall. Original paintings lead the eye from one corner of the room to the next.
What enters into dialogue.
The most personal of the three. An asymmetrical suite: a generous armchair in dialogue with the iron canopy bed; a mobile sculpture turning slowly, while the house's most geometric paintings meet the softness of the fabrics. The room looks onto the inner garden, away from the city. Nothing matches, yet everything holds together.
What takes shape.
For those drawn to essential design. A wooden desk and chairs, a red bench cutting across the floor, a black leather armchair. The room's clean lines echo the rationalist language of the house, designed by Marletta in the 1940s. Outside, a private balcony overlooking the city.
You climb an iron staircase,and the house carries on upstairs,in the open air.
Sicilian plants, earth, water and glass. In the morning, the terrace has a voice of its own.
The same terrace at two different hours: when the morning table is laid, and when the screen comes down.
Then you come back down,and the house still hassomething to show.
The parts of the house you don’t sleep in. You pass through them, you look, and sometimes you stop to watch someone painting.
Painted shutters, signed façades, the lanes of San Berillo coloured from top to bottom. In Catania street art isn't kept in a museum: you come across it a short walk from the house, along the way.
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