One of the ways in which I negotiate my deepest grief, fear and horror about the climate crisis is to wonder, with a strangely comforting sort of awe, about what might take our place long after we are gone. I think about the life and beauty that flows through us and imagine it dissolving, shifting and becoming something else. Alchemising that which scares me most into a sort of beauty helps soften the blow to my spirit. This painting, “Tracing Change” contains one such meditation as I thought about weather patterns and altered topographies. Acrylic on wood. For sale in my online shop at https://www.jngaio.com/artwork/tracing-change/ because even during an apocalypse, we still have bills to pay.