Acidaemia

This work is part of my dystopian series. I imagined a scenario where the Earth becomes too ill. One of the signs is an acid rain mist. Is it too late by then? Or could the natural world still cope? Could we cope? The hopeful part in me feels it is possible. We will somehow find a new way of living with the circumstances. Or, should some of us perish, in the aftermath, newborns adapt with newly evolved mutations.

The inspiration is not a comforting thought. However, I can’t help imagining these future relics of nature. Must be some angst of the times we live in. I also like making visual (and tactile) representations of them. Each component requires multiple processes. I’d like to think the time imprint left in them somehow gives them an elusive meaning. This meaning goes beyond material essence.