In my more recent work, I imagine a world in the future after the climate has long tipped and there are few traces left of the things we built. The sun is hot, the winds severe and the water high, but the views look glorious. There are only a few survivors left to roam the landscape, and looking for divine guidance they impose their ideas of the divine onto the world they see. Maybe they find supernatural beings stand by as silent witnesses or maybe they are only imagining things. To me, these invented landscapes are about climate grief, a devotion to the beauty of the natural world, and a trust in a power we hold within us. They are about science meeting myth and our need to intertwine the two when facing a wilderness alone.