Like four strings to an instrument, there are four satin ribbons. They come curving to the wood along its length. Their trajectory is deflected by a piece of concrete acting as an easel, which rests only by pressure between the railing and the ceiling.
This tension rests on a system of blocks, one of which is discreetly placed under the door. The entire architecture comes into play here. Not only the door, but also the empty space opposite under this mezzanine, which is nothing more than a box of resonance for this musical instrument in which we reside