The world is on fire, humanity has defaulted on its ecological debt, the ecosystem is on the brink of collapse, and we’re asleep at the wheel. Somethings broken. Illusion though won’t free us from reality, even as the sustained narrative of tabloids becomes history, life’s become cheap, our relationship with nature - estranged, our resources- exhausted, oceans - depleted, reefs - bleached, lands- privatized, tipping point - passed. As the vices of the first world burden the third, the natural world’s been liquidated, substituted with an artificial one. I existed at a time when this wasn’t so. The parameters of my youth slipped in before the internet usurped truth with information and real friends with followers, before fire drills became school shooting drills, and wildfires seasonal. I have since watched the exponential threat of climate change go unheeded alongside three-decades of resource wars, witnessed the transnational exploitation of labor fill our shelves and the ocean with cheap plastics. Now, with the sixth mass extinction upon us, will have front row seats to see millions of years of biodiversity die off in a relative blink of an eye. How much longer are we willing to prostitute our planet under the pretext of progress? The nature of earnings definitive of end game capitalism came at the expense of nature itself. Unable to live within the natural world, unable to live without it - mankind’s transformation, industrialization and exploitation of nature is central to my work, having spent the last several decades documenting scarred landscapes. The edge is closer than we think, however it is to the beat of indifference mankind marches off the cliff sealing with it the fate of future generations hereafter.