This little village has been standing along with the elements, and its compliment of insect inhabitants for decades, since around 1989 when I began sculpting it in clay. As it needs occasional repair to its old walls, a little sprucing up here and there, it remains nevertheless clothed in fallen leaves. Many of the buildings have decomposing walls, giving a look of the city returning to the land.
Venticello has figured into several of my exhibits about Tapissary. It is the only land where my invented language finds a permanent home. I have tried countless times to teach the language to the insects living there, but they have little interest in Tapissary other than climbing over the signs written in it.