With ironic ardour, Wim Delvoye walks the line of provocation and confrontation. He turns all logic upside down, thus becoming the art juggler. He subtly abates the social status with the earnestness of his perfect craftsmanship. Rose des Vents, with telescopes protruding from the sculptures’ anuses, symbolizes the universality of man. This precursor of his Cloaca-machine, which produces a daily turd, ennobles the commonplace and punctures the ego of the self-confident.