Ladders.

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A maze of ladders in the air, trees and in the branches themselves, pathways leading to invisible points, to transparent fruit.

We can play at building, at putting scaffolding in the air, moving in all directions, always, fortunately, accompanied by the fear of falling.

Risk, fear and desire to go far away, to get far off the ground. And then to look back at the path taken.

You can play alone or with others, with friends, with enemies, placing your piece in a way that makes it nearly impossible for others to place theirs without making the castle collapse in the air.

It is, in every way, a road to nowhere, a circus spectacle, a kind of primitive ingenuity, a space walk, madness.

Piece of «Pico Pao» workshop with a long artisan history whose history begins in 1979 in Lubián, a small town in Spain hidden in the mountains bordering Portugal. In the neighboring region of Tras os Montes (behind the mountains), the woodpecker is called Pico Pao (wooden peak). The song of this beautiful green bird sounds like the neighing of a horse and the blows of its beak on the trees are heard in the valley mixed with the hammers of the carpenters striking the wood of the roofs. From a workshop in Zamora, the Bermejo brothers have taken their ancestral pastimes to the MOMA in New York and the British Museum in London. In the era of video games and virtual overdose, Pico Pao’s handcrafted pieces amuse half the world.

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A maze of ladders in the air, trees and in the branches themselves, pathways leading to invisible points, to transparent fruit.

We can play at building, at putting scaffolding in the air, moving in all directions, always, fortunately, accompanied by the fear of falling.

Risk, fear and desire to go far away, to get far off the ground. And then to look back at the path taken.

You can play alone or with others, with friends, with enemies, placing your piece in a way that makes it nearly impossible for others to place theirs without making the castle collapse in the air.

It is, in every way, a road to nowhere, a circus spectacle, a kind of primitive ingenuity, a space walk, madness.

Piece of «Pico Pao» workshop with a long artisan history whose history begins in 1979 in Lubián, a small town in Spain hidden in the mountains bordering Portugal. In the neighboring region of Tras os Montes (behind the mountains), the woodpecker is called Pico Pao (wooden peak). The song of this beautiful green bird sounds like the neighing of a horse and the blows of its beak on the trees are heard in the valley mixed with the hammers of the carpenters striking the wood of the roofs. From a workshop in Zamora, the Bermejo brothers have taken their ancestral pastimes to the MOMA in New York and the British Museum in London. In the era of video games and virtual overdose, Pico Pao’s handcrafted pieces amuse half the world.