Hunters of time, conveyors of spaces,  creators of architectural universes.
They take care and supervise. Generate some three-dimensional visual, body calligraphies, impose a silent and dense  space.
They survey our secular memories, draw them a new identity, traces  of an ephemeral present. Belonging to time immemorial or to the far future, Sentinels carve space and time with their gigantic white sticks, drawing in the eye  of the spectator a furtive image of an already past world.