animated version of a post-apocalyptic idea... or, in terms of art, when we realise our ideas and perceptions are merely vanity feeding energy cycles of a functional universe... a personal art apocalypse or purge... where we can relinquish all explorations and trinkets for harnessing worldly power and accept that nature is greater than our 'selves'?

... and will echoes of our desire, love or passion remain, burning or living on inside some future discovery? does it matter? the sands or ocean of time will bury most things, and timeless forces will shine on (in only some).

static version : 'the last art where only energy and love burn on' includes photo texture of wood / tree rings. ade mc 2020.