The ancient order of stars; the sky that songbirds and sailors have navigated by through the ages plays in harmony. Now our satellites cut across it, out of tune and out of scale. What has always guided us now is confused by a false prophet that only speaks to a chosen few. This work records a single night of beauty and clutter.

The artist would like to acknowledge that her studio is on the unceded ancestral land of the Monomoyick Band of the Nauset Peoples.