The Trade That Passed From Hand to Hand
Fernando inherited the forge the day his grandfather's heart stopped on his feet, next to the anvil, hammer still in hand. He was fifteen. Since then he makes pieces to outlast the hands that made them, and that quiet idea is what holds up the whole portrait. The thin chain around his neck he forged himself, link by link, one Sunday with no orders in: a four-metre gate built to the smallest scale he knew how.







