Mother Nature, a beautiful symbol of our luscious blue globe, is slowly

falling into climate change. Her bushy hair being pulled out of its roots to

make our houses and manufacturing, eventually falling into her once blue

shores. Her tears flood the land as water levels rise, and our glaciers slowly

sink into the ocean. Taking its animals with them, the stranded polar bears are

condemned to starve on their minuscule floats of ice. Such a pretty face, once

clean and green, is carelessly trashed, forcing the inhabitants out of their

homes. And as her eroded rivers flow into the seas, the rising heat kills the

sea life, which is nearing extinction. The smoke that contaminates our air,

intoxicating the sky with smog, slowly kills the birds. Despite this, she still

carries on for us, from the seas we get our water from, to the animals we eat.

Mother Nature, a beautiful symbol of our decaying planet, cries for someone

to take a stand on this climate crisis.

A giant clock spans continents, marking not hours, but eons. Each quadrant

tells a story: Earth's pristine past, burdened present, and two diverging

futures. Lush landscapes give way to smog-choked cities, then branch: one

choked by dystopian decay, the other thriving with renewable energy. This

clock is a stark reflection of our choices: a future of hope or despair? Will we

mend our past or succumb to a grim tomorrow? The choice is ours, one tick

of the clock at a time.

The piece is a charcoal drawing of a woman neck deep in water doing an

arabesque. This depicts the chosen ignorance of rising sea levels. The

resistance in the water would make it harder for the dancer to move, yet she

continues to perform. A stage that was once used to create and inspire has

become inhabitable. People get displaced by rising sea levels every day.

These coastline communities are stuck with the decision to endure harsh

conditions or find new homes. We value community because of the

connection and culture. The dancer's face is distorted by the water and

indistinguishable to the viewer as it represents the universality of the

problems surrounding climate change. We all have someone or something to

lose to climate change. The stage is the dancers' home. If they leave, where

will they go? If they stay, what will they do? Who will come to their rescue?

And who has the right to tell them to stop performing?