A fragment lingering in the mist and craggy spires, a vanished civilization of ancient immortal beings. Once a vibrant citadel, it's inhabitants were once considered gods among the few primitive men with the ability to perceive it. Its ghostly walls once housed multi-dimentional; poets, philosophers, engineers and artists, but now eternally wanders the ethereal plane a hollow shell of its former glory. An unknown cataclysm brought a short and sharp end to the enlightened utopia, leaving only what is assumed to be the crown stronghold floating, gargantuan halls and libraries precariously attached. It stays aloft by mysterious energies and mechanisms that continued to run far after its denizens have fallen. Left to float aimlessly between worlds and realities, it treasures and history remain out of grasp. Lost forever, it remains an unreachable forgotten dream, but not for those who wish to learn its secrets in earnest.
© 2013 Nickolas Barakso
10X12 Acrylic - Framed Original Available for Sale
*My last acrylic on such a small canvas
Never again will I trust "Pre-Primed" products either Bah!