There is no Planet B.

So this, the soil, the water, the air, the city, the single shared sky, is not a draft. It is the only copy.

We are artists. We were handed what the world threw away: bottle caps, broken watches, drink cans, dead electronics, the plastic tide. We did not look away. We looked closer. We picked it up, and we made it look back.

Because the planet is watching us. And we are learning to watch over it. Observation is where responsibility begins.

We are not building a second Earth. We are building humanity’s Plan B, a plan to keep the first one. Planet B is where that plan is remembered, proven, and continued.

This began in Abuja, on World Environment Day, with fifteen artists, a gallery that has nurtured talent since 1983, and an embassy that crossed an ocean to help. It will not end there.

Because there is no Planet B.