A labyrinth is a space which is both inwards as outwords. A place where everything washes ashore. Objects move on the tide, just like us. Those little seafarers reach out to me. I weave there small histoty into new stories: Shell-ters, Thoughtkeepers, Masks, Wordgivers, Wheelers, Relics, Dragons…Artifacts from the 21st century. In this form, they can be a source of joy, connection or comfort. To give to another or to yourself. * Like tides come and go, everything changes. May be we will see each other this year or the next. Until then, be safe.