‘As you go under the ground you see a big atelier that is connected to the forest at the back of the building. Pieces of wood piled up everywhere and those that did not make it to become a masterpiece. The space is piled up with only one person’s touch like a frame. As you open the big door that is connected to the forest, a rainstorm comes through as if it waited for you and the lost time dozing off in the corner wakes up.’
- MUNAKI. Perfume, GRANHAND.