Toby Tatum’s Garden opens a window into a realm of enchantment. Here, specters flicker on moss-bearded rocks, rain washes away the dust-filled air, and metamorphic flowers glow with otherworldly potency. In this place beyond screen time, time languidly dilates, reacclimating us to new rhythms. Here, the priorities of shifting scales allow the microcosmic world of small things to assume larger proportions. As darkness descends, a growing dawn of prismatic colors appears, dancing on the threshold between worlds.