I thought we were?! Actually we are, of every dynasty! The crowns and sceptre may have fallen from the heads of the deserving but, that doesn't mean the chemistry once held had ended. Dust and rust may have covered and devoured these majestic relics deminishing their lustre and brilliance but not their worth. The earth carries their blood, their memories, their trials and defeats; their patience... but nature doesn't forget what is hers. The hypocracy of mimic systems, is that it has a way of defeating itself. The reminiscent blue sky aglow with the brilliance of a rainbow, the promise of hope, the rememberance and promise of renewal unfolding. Wet and dry brush strokes created the sky and rainbow effect whereas the desert and rock formations benefited from the detailed blending of orcha yellow and burnt umber.