Chen Wei has likened his works to “chaotic sentences”. These installations and photographs of installations—usually lightless, disordered, seemingly abandoned interiors—sum up the soulless decay of society and self in contemporary China. Often, a disaster seems to have taken place: it might be a failed love affair, a commercial debacle or a meteor strike. The mood in all his “sets” is a compound of solitude, despair and darkness: windows are invariably boarded up, lights dim or broken. The expected occupants are either absent or hiding.