He built a tectonic sponge that spontaneously emerges from the ground, sublimating it in the landscape, toward the blue sky. He composed a work of harmony and comprehension of the surrounding natural world, as soft as the breathing of the earth on which it rests, free of the arrogance of architecture that has to impose itself. The long rectangle maintains the simple, constant rhythm of solids and voids, which below a protruding steel sheet permeate the surroundings, absorbing and filtering the light. Amidst narrow passages that open onto large exhibition rooms with dividers of greenery and lime, the perspectives fly inside and through a work of architecture that welcomes men and women into its continuity.