For work, I sometimes find myself eliminating traces of reality from the pyramid of light portrayed by my tool during the recovery phase.
In the daily life of my perceiving reality instead those details are of a gray pasta that fascinates me.
Cement.
A material as easy as it.
I ask myself on the usefulness of many architects who study so much but that will not remain much of their work over the centuries to come. Much better those who made it built with the stone. I think of the stonehenge, to the Egyptian pyramids, to what Maya, to the megalites of the Easter island, to the Chinese wall, In St. Peter's Square, at the Colosseum, at the Greek Theater in Syracuse.

Who you are?
What is your mask called?
A lot resembled Giangurgolo…

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Sometimes for work I have to eliminate traces of reality portrayed by the pyramid of light catched by my tool during shooting.
In everyday of my perceiving reality instead those details are of a gray paste that fascinates me.
Cement.
A material as easy as lowest.
I wonder about the usefulness of many architects studying a lot but that their work there will not be so much in the centuries to come. Much better who has built with stone. I think at Stonehenge, the Egyptian pyramids, to those Maya, the megaliths of Easter Island, the Great Wall of China, in St. Peter’s Square, the Colosseum, the greek theater of Syracuse.

Who are you?
What’s the name of your mask?
You look a lot like Giangurgolo…