The drapes of du Chatenier’s world are lifted and the scene displayed in the gallery window is an artist’s cell. As a self-contained world of creative endeavor the window may either be likened to a hermit’s cave or a prison. There are only the bare necessities: a toilet, hand basin and a few sticks of furniture. In the most spartan of environments the artist enacts some form of creativity. Perhaps this installation provides the preverbal hut the reviewer was yearning for. Housed in a stripped-down temporary art gallery setting, living in this ascetic existence, the protagonist sits and constructs a garment for his beloved, a dress for the pretty little rat with whom he co-habitats.