Monday, June 21, 2010
Factory act: Children of The Sandstorm
All that remains is an arid landscape ... a dryness that has penetrated the human soul. Humans huddle in caves, seeking the damp that seeps from stone, thirsting for the elemental water they need to survive
Powerful tribes roam the dunes, commandeering any water source they can find, oppressing those who would strike out from the caves and forge new lives
But 'tis human to hope, as it always was, as it always will be ....
Solitary, rogue, adapted for survival, She, too, braves the hard dry dunes
Her life is hard, and dirty. The battles are daily, fierce, interminable. But she will not surrender. She will not squeeze the life from her kind ... and she will not dwell beneath the earth ...
:::: Skin and costume by Tiera Cioc. Kudos to Ludo Sabetha for another great find ::::