Some days ago at work, we noticed that our attic has some mysterious spots and places where some of the natural occurring trash seems to have found a new order. Nicely placed under the windows or in a corner there are agglomerations of tidbits, gimcrackery, paintings, dust and ostensibly artfully assembled arrangements of artificial flowers, books and other trifles. If not for fairies, leprechauns or divine intervention, we seem to house a tongue-in-cheek artistic community that is bereft of a need for audience. Well, no longer. Enjoy!