CONSTELLATIONS
ABOUT A WEEK BEFORE before COVID-19 emerged in Wuhan, I went down to Chinatown where the Lunar New Year was being celebrated. Fire crackers, streamers, and confetti were blowing up in celebration. I was moved to take photographs of all the celebratory gunk strewn all over the street. The images were like modern-day Pollock Drip Paintings. But, in the lines formed by the trash and fallen streamers, you could envision shapes, like the animals imagined by lines stretched between stars. I didn't see years of the Cat, Dog, or Rabbit, nor Capricorns, Leos or Taurus, but, rather, entirely new zodiaks. I named each work for a future year, so to mark them as signifiers of a time that changed everything.
