They are called Shelters the artworks by Emy, but what strikes me is the upward sloping spiral, as the willow does not go towards the earth, goes to heaven, spirals more and more narrow, as in the minaret of the ancient mosque.
For thousands of years the minaret continues to point to God. At the base of the opening, the Shelter, a little wound a little belly that welcomes and protects it when there is a storm.
As the minaret, long life to Emy Shelters.
(text by Andrea Bocconi)