Surrounded by bizarrely shaped objects, some large some small, the artist gets to work, alone in the lab. A strange figure himself, he is part mystic, part mad scientist. Silently he goes about his business, at first with seeming care and intention but gradually growing more desperate and strange. A comedy of pointless arrangement develops, which explores the relationship of the artist to the things, which he has created. An installation and performance which questions the idea that making art is in any way scientific, rational, or predictable and that the line between genius and madness is a fine one.