There is a grove of trees. (To make this portable they could be made of wire, or planted in buckets.)
From their branches hang strips of red fabric that blow in the wind.
The space should be silent and isolated. In the distance there may be the sound of drums.
The viewer should observe the space alone, without direction or purpose, as if they had stumbled upon it deep within the forest. (In fact it could simply be in the forest, waiting for someone to discover it.)
Solitude is turning to a theme in my work.