There is a fire that cannot be seen, but burns nonetheless. It is born from an idea, grows with a gesture, lives in a phrase, spreads with a voice.

Jocu di Focu is this: a creative forge, a place where intuition is forged and transformed into vision and matter. In a time that slips away, that consumes, we light fires that remain. Small. Real. They shine in the weary days of twilight, in the hands of those who create.

Here, art is essential, raw, real, it emerges from the depths, shows itself, and passes on. One flash at a time. Like winter waves, like embers that resist beneath the ashes.

Around this ancient bonfire, voices and silences intertwine, sparks rise, and from each one a new fire can flare up. This is the essence of the game of fire, the rest is representation.