The sand of the hourglass

I imagined the place—once orderly, polished by the illusion of tourist prosperity—projected three or four centuries ahead, when the climate, with its inflexible logic, will have already rewritten the geography of the place. Where palm trees, buildings, and beach umbrellas once stood, a sandy landscape remains, a sort of natural palimpsest: the sand covers, consumes, cites, and at the same time erases the architectural structures, reduced to silent testimonies of an era that believed itself to be eternal. And as the landscape wears away, the sand itself seems to echo the passing of time: each grain, carried by the wind, is like that of a great hourglass slowly emptying. Thus the changed climate, over centuries of slow decline, has transformed that luminous place into a desolate realm, a warning to those who observe that the time needed to find a remedy is running out, just like the sand that slips away and never returns. A meditation on our certainties, our distractions, and on that hourglass that continues to empty, with the punctual indifference of man. Created in 3dsmax Corona render and Photoshop. All the models provided with the context file were reused in the scene (some with different functions). Others were broken, and some, the organic ones and a few pieces, were added.