There is a world between the dream and the memory. The memory here means an imaginary story.

Once upon a time, a botanist from Europa put a New Zealandfs precious native plant in a container in a ship at anchor in the harbor and prepared to go back to Europa. The time stopped...

Our project is this story...

There are containers here and there in the whold sites. These containers are freely used as a parking lot or a cafe. Timber, the material for a container, can be a bench for people to sit on.

Only native plants in New Zealand are arranged in containers. On the contrary, foreign plants are arranged outside containers.