Blume lead us in a fairy and dreamy universe, only accessible to those who desire to wander with childish glances. From the roofs of toy-houses, Blume-home lights on. Into a melancholic and beautiful canvas, candid atmospheres mix with improbable paper-skies and humid gum-streets. Town views open on into imaginary panoramas and outlines, where nature's movements are seen in new shapes and dimensions. White dancing clouds run after each other in a game among light, colors and shadows. Blume move as evanescent characters in weird spots, they stroll about un-real places from outside our immanent reality. Fragile figures likely disappearing from time to time... ... are you really capable to describe a dream?