The Breeze began as an improvisation by the water at night. Like some erratic moments in memory, the blurred colours and sudden torch intertwine to draw the outline of things. At the end of the promenade, the waterwheel swings and shines. From a distance we move silently through the corridor and approach them. Beyond the image, sound builds the space. It is an attempt to chase the subtle, to hear it with our eyes and see it with our ears in the darkness of the night.