A square dome and a pillar that supports it, bearing its weight and its emptiness. In the beginning, everything was space, light, dense time slipping through the windows and imprinting itself on every wall.

A staircase, a threshold that welcomes, the bench turning into a kitchen, one thing leading to another, space flowing. While the functions dissolve, the construction becomes unified.

Weight is expressed in every corner: from the mineral density of the floor to the supports of the roof. The house is a home, and domesticity is the leitmotif of the project.

House and home. Domesticity that shapes the space: a niche to lie in, a low light floating above the table that seems to be the origin of the place, like a moon levitating over the sea or a sun setting in the evening.

Rocks that contain the history of the landscape, with fossils of aged pastures, white walls that evoke the island’s traditional architecture. Above them, the amber-toned vault blends with the colors of nearby fields and mountains, conversing with the church dome that appears through the windows. The outside filters into the elements that make up the house: planted recesses on a pillar, the paving of the square continuing into the interior, a fluid space with blurred transitions.

The entire intervention focuses on building a home, a house in which every space forms part of the whole, while also being individualized through the sensory experience of each room. Varying heights, concavities that embrace the inhabitants or where water flows, ceramic tiles that reflect the light from a nearby window, and upon which rest the hands of those who began the story of this house long before us.

Just three rooms and a living room. And beneath its dome, an entire world.