Nastia set the first mark: a single framed photograph, face down on a velvet stool. Through a sequence of carefully lit takes, she planned to reveal a line of hands (hers, Mouse’s—mouse paws surprisingly expressive under the lens—and a series of rented performers) that would turn the photograph over, each flip revealing a different image. Each image would be a window into a possible life: a seaside houseboat, a ledger full of spiderwebbed sums, a child’s drawing of a rocket. The turn of a page. The turn of a life.