When Surrounded Islands appeared in Biscayne Bay in 1983—eleven islands ringed with floating pink fabric—the work felt unmistakably whole. Monumental, precise, improbable. It looked like a single idea carried out with absolute conviction. What it did not appear to be was a late addition to an already established practice. And yet, in a quiet but consequential way, it marked a public shift: the acknowledgment that Christo and Jeanne-Claude had always been working together.

Yes, I really am painting garbage. I didn't set out to paint garbage. I didn't wake up one morning and say painting garbage would be a good thing to do. Instead, while walking near a friend's house in Sasebo, Japan, I passed the recycling center. In it they were moving bales of recycled paper to prepare them for transport. The image of their surface was striking to me, like a Harnett trompe l'oeil painting, and the structure of the bales made me think of Don Judd's boxes.