I wanted to begin this week with navigation — both literal and impossible. The sextant is perfect because it's an object designed to locate you in the world, but only if you already know what you're looking for. In her hands, in this dead observatory, it becomes a question rather than an answer. The Udmurt-Corsican fusion let me play with two cultures that both have deep relationships with isolation and self-reliance, with reading signs in landscape and sky. She's not mourning the observatory; she's wondering if the calculations it made about her family's position were ever correct.