The mallet workshop of the Tonet family - Francenigo (Treviso - Italy)
Homecoming
The mallet workshop is the place where the dream of an enterprise took concrete shape.
The porous, crumbled walls absorbed and possibly still retain the flood of voices, of orders, of energy coming from the ancestors. “It’s here that I learned how to live” an old workman says to Paola on opening the workshop door. A religion of work and of life.
Paola’s creatures are recognized by the forge and the mallet because they have the same rusty skin.
In no way intimidated by such a legacy, metal blossoms stand on the pallets, impertinent figurines are crammed on the canteen table where the workers used to eat.
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