In the depths of the quarries of light, where stone whispers history, our vision sought to be a subtle echo to the majesty of the place. Struck by the raw grandeur of limestone blocks and the pervasive white sculpting the space, the perspectives called me to compose a scene that seemed predestined, a symbiosis almost written in marble.
For coloring this tableau, I confined myself to a palette borrowed from the earth itself: pure white, soft ecru, and sandy beige. A choice that might seem predictable, yet each shade was a deliberately considered decision, an invitation to delve into the most intimate details of our creation. It was crucial that our work did not blend into the clichés of a traditional wedding, but revealed itself as a piece of art where every element has its purpose, where every detail whispers its belonging.

We, artisans of the ephemeral, were committed to respecting the essence of marriage while blending our decor seamlessly into the landscape of these quarries. The arrangements for the ceremony, the ornaments of the table, were to merge naturally as if these elements had always existed here, in perfect harmony with the mineral setting.

The choice of materials was essential: textures that interweave, that converse with one another, creating a cohesive and tactile whole, pieces of a puzzle meant to come together.

What we sought was not surprise, but rather the obviousness of integration. That our ceremony scene, our table, stand out not by loud extravagance but by their natural, undeniable presence, as an organic extension of the quarry itself. A place laden with history transformed into a scene of communion, where each element, each texture, each color resonates with the echo of the place, turning our creation into an additional page in its grand book of stone.