“Sands shifting, sifting, through time, it moves through my fingers, it moves through space, it sifts and changes. Never remaining the same.
Shadows moving sifting across the plain. Mirages form and disappear. They come and they go. Who are they these shadows, that pass in front of our watching eyes. They are not from this world, and yet they are telling us of a story. Of time, of time that is not familiar to us. We are sifting, shifting, we are changing, here we are now…”
Excerpt from a longer writing, Author Unknown
Composed in Photoshop with layers, filters, stock, vintage painting, and effects.
Background courtesy of Lenabem-Anna
Original image of woman sitting is a vintage painting courtesy of Wikimedia Commons, public domain images.
Buffalo head courtesy of Jinxmim
Textures courtesy of Shadowhouse