You maybe the only thing standing between  Earth and her demise. We did a lot of damage to her. We pretended we  didn't see it. We ignored the data. Then a new decade started with a  global pandemic. It forced us to stay inside. As we quieted down, the  earth went silent. She rested. She breathed easier. She healed herself  by cleaning up. She nurtured her wounds. As we buried our dead, she  rejuvenated her lands. As we mourned quietly, nature came to life loudly  outside our windows. As we hid inside, birds and animals roamed our  streets. As we dimmed the lights early to watch the next Netflix series,  the stars shone brightly up in the sky. No longer having to hear the  roaring thunder of our vehicles on her back; she started to sing. We  heard her song, briefly.
Now we head back, to our old ways, turning a deaf ear to her songs; pretending that none of this happened.
My  goal is to make sure that no one forgets. To make sure her song is  recorded. Her story told. Her story heard. Painted with the colors of  her soul. The vibrancy of which we saw in the skies, on the sea and on  her terrains. Art has always been a witness to time. A witness with  evidential data. Everything that happened in the history of time; art  has recorded it. This project endeavors to record the current historical  pandemic with art & data.

The Earth went quiet for some time. I could hear the crickets at night, and the birds by early morning. The air was cleaner and the grass certainly looked greener outside! I saw ducks on our doorstep! Birds of many colors flocked to the backyard. The quietness allowed me to think and with nothing else to do, I found this space to be very creative. 

But even though this phenomenon was witnessed around the globe - as soon as the lockdowns lifted, we decided to go back to what we were doing without thinking about what we witnessed. 

Earth went through a mini healing period. The deep bleeding gash that we created  in her flesh got some respite - from the daily assault of salt on it. Nature was breathing freely for some time.

Before we go back to rubbing salt on the fresh wound again, can we at least take a moment to acknowledge that climate change was real? Noise pollution was real? Air pollution was real? 

The goal of this artwork is to acknowledge that all of that was real - by recording their brief absence. The noise created by humans replaced by the sounds of nature as she breathed freely for a few weeks.

The artwork hopes to be a witness to that time. A witness with data.