Carys Norwood

In the age of the Anthropocene, we endure the currents of Solastalgia. Man’s Anthropomorphic gaze reveals an innate need to see ourselves in everything at the expense of existing. Life is small and dark in our shell. Yet we hatch to a new spring. Morning light melts through winter frost, and as safe nests empty in turn for darling grass, we reflect the days lost to snow. My project attempts to find joy under the modern man’s nuclear green thumb. Examining hybrid symbols of new life and Welsh celebrations of Spring, I ponder a question as old as time itself: Which came first, The Chicken or the Egg? I conclude the answer is superfluous – and that maybe I should just start simply: -ENJOYING THE ANTHROPOCENE-