The Apocalypse


"The Apocalypse" by Winnie Chen, 2016.

Material: Sketch paper, watercolor, watercolor pencil, crayon, black ink.

Years ago (precisely speaking, in 2012), the trend of natural catastrophe / mythical destruction / extraterrestrial invasion themes were featured in movies and other kinds of media. All these versions of human apocalypse seemed to work in the “dramatic, overwhelming style” that evolved panic, despair, and everything related to the dark side of humanity. In contrast, everyone calmly expecting the process of perishment and perhaps revival in somewhere else in the universe (maybe that's the origin of the aliens?) might be the closest version to my expectation for the end of the world.


I thought of a line from the poem "Song of Myself" by Walt Whitman (a.k.a. Father of free verse/ one of the most influential poets of all time) when doing this piece, which claimed that "there's no real death but another form of life." Animals and plants gradually wither and die,then slowly fade away like smoke, then grasses and trees start new lives upon these remnants. Human lives work the same.


We were born from the cosmos, so we eventually will return to that original state. Then the origin of life starts somewhere else again. Thus, I think the "ultimate Apocalypse (extinction)" doesn’t exist; only the cycle of life and death goes on and on.


xx, Winnie WYC