In the late 1970s, some fifty years ago, something big hit the peaceful paradise of the Tuscan coastal countryside. A little outside the medieval village of Capalbio–amid the rolling hills, overflowing olive groves, and stretches of sun-baked grapevines–a monster was born.

Soon after, another emerged and, within months, 22 of these mammoth creatures were huddled together atop the Garavicchio Hill, their heads towering over the surrounding foliage, their iron-framed bodies peeking out behind the cypress leaves. As time went by, their ferric skeletal shells were engulfed in rainbow skins, an explosion of color splattered among the soft and muted palette of the Tuscan green.