Nothing can be seen through the thick wooded edge. A large building stands at the front, surrounded by tall trees, and one must walk round the back of the house to discover a large lawn opening out to the south. The garden rustles with the sounds of morning. A few birds shake the branches of this property on the edge of the woods. Not far away, to the right, a black wooden pavilion, a first retreat, a place for art and study. In the distance, a pond and a rudimentary structure.

A shelter, almost a hut, between the forest and the pond. Layers of metal slats. The raw character suggests that what takes place here is simple. A place for the body, a sauna for sweating.