The new UICA has yet to open, but on the corner of Fulton and Division is a room cresting with crimson lily pads. At night, shadows from thousands of discs dapple the floor. It’s completely unquantifiable.
Beili Liu‘s interpretation of the red string of fate—soul mates linked at birth via an invisible red thread—is so stunning that it almost makes me wish I believed in soul mates. Or, at the very least, had a little more faith in love.