Monuments of the Past

My illustrated story which was awarded ‘Second Prize’ in the sixth annual ‘Fairy Tales’ competition run by Blank Space.
The winners were chosen by a jury of more than 20 leading architects, designers and storytellers.
My story was inspired by climate change and how we currently take the beauty of our planet for granted. My desire was to represent this issue through a story that makes us wonder what life could be like in a future where mother nature and her resources have diminished before our eyes. A world where parents have to tell their children stories of what forests, mountains and grass fields where once like. My vision for this future environment was a series of over-scaled structures that hoist man made landscapes into the sky. These structures represent the monuments of our past.
The full story can be read on my website : http://www.nickstath.com/fairy-tales-2019

Sunrise. 6.03am
I tell my son stories of what it was like to climb the mountains on earth whilst we watched the sunrise over monument 37. forests have vanished. mountains are covered in dust.

Sunrise. 6.03am
I tell my son stories of what it was like to climb the mountains on earth whilst we watched the sunrise over monument 37. forests have vanished. mountains are covered in dust.

Early morning. 7.15am
A giant gust of wind hits us as courier v34 passes overhead, delivering what appears to be part of a manufactured forest, to a nearby monument.

Early morning. 7.15am
A giant gust of wind hits us as courier v34 passes overhead, delivering what appears to be part of a manufactured forest, to a nearby monument.

Midday.
We approach one monument dedicated to the green mountains of the past Icelandic landscapes.

Midday.
We approach one monument dedicated to the green mountains of the past Icelandic landscapes.

Afternoon. 2pm.
A museum of mountains, hills and farm land is grouped together into a visual and spatial experience recapturing mother nature. my son walks forward in awe.

Afternoon. 2pm.
A museum of mountains, hills and farm land is grouped together into a visual and spatial experience recapturing mother nature. my son walks forward in awe.

Dusk.
What looks like a plant reaches out from the dust. could this be real?

Dusk.
What looks like a plant reaches out from the dust. could this be real?