A few years ago, as a teenager, my sister began to have anxiety and an irrational and perhaps exaggerated fear: she feared that the world would end. This fear was caused by the future forecasts predicted by the media and science itself, regarding the climate crisis.
Starting from this anecdote, I build a dialogue between the images and my sister's diaries, written at the time when she suffered from this fear. Also complete with texts taken from conversations had with her now, when her maturity seems to give a more critical response.
The project is a mixture of fiction, fear and, above all, the imagination that grows in new generations where the future does not seem to be the promising place they said it would be. A place distorted by a fear that may seem irrational and childish but that, at the same time, leads to seeking alternatives and solutions, as an act of rebellion against conformity.
My sister is afraid of the end of the world is built through all these concepts, it talks about emotions, fears, hopes, mutating colors, small animals, artificiality, starless nights. Because, talking to her and taking the photos, I realize that the end of the world is also those little things that already happen, like the moths getting lost in a night full of light, the water turning chemical colors or that the heat seemed to come from a Sun that was getting closer and closer.