Movements of the things are creating new forms in the limit of the world we know, in the ignored part of the designed, out of the way. Their impossible perfection and unintended defects are, in fact, the negations of space, form and object.
We deliberately avoid contact into which their seducements drifted us. Therefore, we are wandering on the limits of familiar space. Nowhere is open to corridor and everywhere is a gate. Jam out of this conflict determines the atmosphere of the space. Facing this is a potential for emancipation, and also disaster.