A matrix of sixty-four tubes is spread out equally over the room. These tubes bend over extremely slowly as if a slow motion wind were touching them. Leaning into one another they reach out to the visitors like the tentacles of a giant snail. The room continuously transforms from a geometric grid to an unpredictable organic structure and back. Order to chaos to order in a never-ending cycle. We are both welcome and dispensable in this alien forest. Nature accepts us but does not really need us, reorganising itself patiently.