Isaac Cordal‘s project called ´Waiting for Climate Change´. Featuring photographed miniatures in the urban space. From what I’ve seen the work expels a sense of impending doom and a gaze of ignorance despite the overwhelming facts of climate change or no matter how high the water has come. The people are still dressed in suites on their way to their paper pushing occupations, numb and unconscious masses. But not all, some of the people are naked and howling in light of the end. Like the muses of Allen Ginsberg‘s Rockland, crying out pain and horror in silence.
The miniatures waiting for the end, also manage to capture the proper relation of nature and humanity. As humanity might consider themselves to be this grand force it is the wave of nature that has the upper hand at the end of any story.
