“In my former house I had a fabulous, antique, decorated plaster ceiling. I called it my Skygarden, it always looked good even without me having green fingers or taking care of it very well. It didn’t need water or sun but would live only on the warm rays of the electrical light under it. I loved it so much that by the time I moved houses I could not leave it. I had to find a way to take it to my new home. I took my tools and stole it from the ceiling. This fabulous piece of history is now secretly hidden in a minimalist architectural sphere in the heart of my new home where I can enjoy it with friends. If you tell no-one, I can share it with you.”

Suspended luminaire providing direct light.