Toby Tatum's "The Garden" opens a window onto a realm of enchantment. Here wraiths flicker on moss-bearded rocks, rain washes the spoor-filled air and metamorphic flowers glow with supernatural potency. In this place beyond the screen time languidly dilates, returning us to new rhythms. Here priorities of scale shift, allowing the microcosmic world of small things to assume larger proportions. As darkness descends a surging aurora of prismatic colour arises, dancing on the threshold between worlds.
