THE SHOWGIRL AND THE OLIGARCH

“Dark eyes flutter under the finest silk net as she enters the stage. Quivering movements, caught on the tight-rope between ballerina and showgirl, she knew how capture attention. Unmistakable beauty, she danced to the violin as if it were her only lover. Sadness and beauty poured out in this waltz between her and the instrument. She danced through the composition as if she was completely alone. All the time, knowing that the eyes of the Oligarch were focused on her every movement. She danced her swan’s dance. She knew that beauty such as hers would always be captured by those in power. But she could have this last dance for her and her alone.”

“THE SHOWGIRL AND THE OLIGARCH” is available as an NFT on Super Rare – HERE

L.A. GIRLS

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“L.A. sunset glows against the old muscle car. The L.A. Girls rule this part of town with their disintegrating beauty, always balanced delicately on the edge. Neon stiletto teases the beer can on the ground which in this hazy glow sparkles like diamonds. They are owned by no-one and their freedom is carried firmly in their beatnik sneers and dark red lips. They learnt a long time ago to trust no-one and to love only this wild urban landscape.”

AVAILABLE ON KNOWN ORIGIN – HERE

Amphitrite’s Beach

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“Come to Glass Beach”, she whispered. “Come to see the colours created by the God of the Sea. Years of sculpting away the rubbish left by man, to create something of infinite beauty”. She stared past me, ancient headdress intact.

“Glass baubles float all around…man’s discarded rubbish is Poseidon’s treasure…” her words were pacifying but said with infinite sadness.

“This was my favourite beach for centuries – many came to worship me here. It was a holy place. Then men came and left rubbish all over my precious and scared beach. I was so sad. I blew away all the rubbish into tiny fragments, a long long time ago”, she looked down, “all that was left was broken glass. I begged my husband to sculpt them into something of beauty. To reverse the destruction wrought on my sacred beach. He would only do it if he could keep me here forever. To be the guardian of this beach. To be a prisoner here. I agreed to the pact.” she turned to me, tears glistening, “worship my Glass Beach, please?”

Artwork tokenized on the blockchain on KNOWN ORIGIN, Anna Louise Simpson, 2020

Words, Anna Louise Simpson, 2020

SPACE TWIN PORTRAIT

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Time seemed to stand still. Moments shifted in front of her in a glitch. She was dimly aware of the ground moving slightly and colours merging. Then all of a sudden, she was standing facing the Space Twins. One was hidden but the other one was staring right at her with a look of such intensity that she had to look away. It was all over in a second but it was the longest second of her life. Everything shifted back into normal reality. She tentatively looked down at the shaking camera in her hand and wondered if she had caught a snapshot of the pair.

A Space Twin Portrait.

This artwork is logged on the blockchain with Known Origin.

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