Wind rose in the shape of an eight-pointed star, made by the master ceramicists of Erice, the enchanting town perched on the homonymous mountain, which boasts millennia of tradition in the production of artistic ceramics.
It can be hung on the walls because it has a hole on the back.
My emotion:
Knowing the winds, and therefore recognizing and distinguishing them when they blow, has always fascinated me. I have learned to recognize them even by the scents they carry in the different seasons. I also like to understand the direction of the cardinal points in relation to mine; it's a way to position oneself in the universe and feel like one is part of it.
