Same wasteland. Different figure. Where Gaia stands rooted and sovereign, this one is mid-dissolution: her hair carrying the last green thing into the wind. Two faces of the same loss. The moss on her shoulders, the sun low and orange behind a dead tree, the cracked ground identical to her companion piece: these two works share a world. Shown together they tell a fuller story about what Earth looks like when it remembers it is alive, and what it looks like when it isn't sure.
