“The Weight of Time” Mixed Media

I stand here, my face hidden behind the weight of time itself. In my hands, I hold an old clock, its worn Roman numerals a silent reminder of moments slipping away. Wrapped in flowing fabric, and adorned with a crown of wildflowers and golden feathers, I exist between reality and dreams. The world around me swirls in deep blues and soft whites, like water, like the sky—limitless, yet fleeting. Time feels overwhelming, urgent, and inescapable. Am I holding onto it, or is it holding onto me?