The puddles expand and become screens, multiplying the space and mirroring the grid of the windows. The space comes alive with the sculptures. Water—the fundamental channel for life on Earth—spreads out across the space, forming craters and hills. The sculptures are not merely sculptures but also artists; they sculpt the space. Experiencing the shifting ground is the memory to take with you when it’s time to leave the space. Sculpture is space. The layers of rock preserve the memory of life beyond humanity. This information is not written down but has been built up over millions of years. Before glass, sand, rocks, magma. Now, almost as if, in memory of this geological past, it is yet to come.

— Antoine Félix Bürcher