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     Environment has become such a simple word to throw out in a conversation, people seem to be “pro-environmental” and somehow it’s deteriorating around us despite common concern. Whenever I travel, I feel like I’m in another world, and that’s not because of the country’s people, streets, noise or its culture but because of its colors.

     I went to Capri a couple of summers ago and I realized that the every color was just like the paint out of the tube that I used, but it wasn’t, it was better. It’s fresh and untouched by man, clear and pure. Whether it was the hue of the mountains, the deep royal blue sea, everything I saw that day was purely God’s work. His intention of how His garden was to be kept. Now these places have become a tourist site, like a rare species that are kept at arm’s length in a protective bubble.

     At that point I realized that nature wasn’t meant to be a minority in our world, it was made for us when we were exiled to this next best thing from heaven and it will outlive us. My work explains the drastic change from creation of this world to destruction, and how it might grow back and fall into place after we leave this land.

     Creation can be predicted by the books of divinity and of course based on descriptions we all try and imagine the seven days it took to make the land and the seven heavens. I imagine creation as being grey, everything was not yet defined, there were categories but colors weren’t yet essential.

     Being was of major importance at that stage, and that color was a luxury that God has added to us so that the planet would be wondrous.

     Destruction is happening all around us, right when man has gained power and forgotten about the partnership he had with life. Nature tries to take over and our race struggles against it. That’s why we have viscous storms and outbreaks of various diseases that we then fight by predicting and curing.

 

     On the day of finding God, He simply takes us to the place we have dreamed and prayed for.

 

     The land is then left unoccupied and exhausted.

 

 

     It’s nature, to try and come together again…

 

 

    In the way it last remembers.

 

Farida Dorra.