A gazebo installation for the garden of the Yellow Mill, created as part of the theatrical project "Moulin à Paroles". The frame of curved wooden arches echoes the shape of a full skirt — a shelter from within, a silhouette from without. At the top, a flat female figure is mounted on a rotating pin: she spins in the wind like a weathervane, and reads simultaneously as Alice mid-fall — suspended between worlds, hair streaming.

Inside — not chairs, but swings. Not a table on legs, but a round tabletop hanging on ropes. From the dome dangle teapots, cups, saucers, little bottles labelled "Drink Me". Everything is suspended, everything sways gently. Tea here is not a ritual of order, but a state of weightlessness.