‘A permanent record’; ‘telling the story of our world for centuries to come’: I wish I had faith in permanence, in centuries to come. I’d like to believe in witnesses to these stories we’ve created. But right now, optimism feels silly at best, irreverently ignorant at worst. Unless urgent action is taken, half of all species face extinction by 2100. I’m not afraid to die and leave this world - I’m afraid I might outlive it.
‘Florae facticae’ (‘factitious flowers’) presents a predicted archive of a projected future.
A world in which half remains, albeit on possibly the brink of fossilization; the other half black and white dreams, colored-in by memories, or replaced with man-made materials.
