BAUDELAIRE once wrote of the forest as a temple filled with living columns. There is something of that spirit in this small mandala, encircled by an organic vaulted cloister, or a series of alcoves in which small altars bear simple flowers, with the blue sky shining in behind. Or it is like a naturally formed rose window, miraculously knit by nature from a chance conjunction of softly curving forms and fresh, jewel-bright colours.