This is a piece about mortality.
In the massive, indescribable expanse of space and time humans appear. In the grand scheme of things we are tiny and inconsequential, but we don’t see things this way.
The backdrop of galaxies showcases a grid of years. Every year is a 1” grid. The only grid I marked is the year 2018, when I painted this.
On this scale, most of us will not even live the length of one line.