A multitude of clay creatures crawl out of the earth, forming a small, timeless garden. A garden of ruins, fossils and life. Do they bear witness to a past civilisation? Are they the fruit of a magical ritual? A ritual which, through the repetition of a same pattern, brings to life the spirits of nature? These spirits spy on us, haphazardly hidden in streets, in cracks in the stone, under sleeping water. 

This rockery, populated with naïve totem poles in dreamlike, mysterious and sacred scenery contrasts with the raw urbanity of the office buildings and traffic  flow on Avenue de Rumine — a moment out of time, a world within a world, a microcosm.