The ancients measured out the lives of men in threads held and snipped by fate. Alone they dangle, flirting with one another as hushed winds softly batter them together, swaying and twisting with the passage of time. It was the Greek goddess Rhapso who was tasked to connect a man’s birth, life, and death, stitching his journey together by hand, each movement bringing a profound, invisible order to the seeming randomness of our existences. Woven to evoke a series of panels interlocked by the goddess herself, Rhapso reminds us that our fates are already written – and that our lives are intertwined.