CAN’T GO BACK

Suburbiacouture

Concrete concourse, splash of grey suburbia ruining her white Armani suit. She had fought her way out of grey monotony, but today, looking down on the stains, she realised that no amount of luxury thread was going to hide the concourse of grey concrete that was her very backbone.

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The place that had made her would also have the ability to break her. And, that was a concrete fragility she had no interest in.

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That is the real reason you can’t go back.

[This artwork is a piece of crypto art and is available to buy on the blockchain through OPEN SEA ]

 

SAVAGES

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The Savages came in their hundreds, war-worn and brutal, pouring over the barren landscape.

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She watched them from behind the barricade of pretty words. She was “harder to reach”, “distracted, but “available”. “She wanted flattery”. Apparently. But the words could not hide her for long.

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Their eyes were hidden behind masks of rips and tears. An army of broken humanoids.

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They had an easy mantra – “Savages, Silence Yourself” and they would hum it over and over again as they poured through the battle grounds.

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She wished she could see their eyes; search for some kind of humanity left. But it was futile. The Savages were here to stay and her hiding places were running out.

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THE SAVAGESĀ  – original collage now available on Saatchi ArtĀ