SAVAGES

Savage

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 SAVAGES  – original collage now available on Saatchi Art 

HAUNTED BRICKS

Forgotten bricks, stones of old, grey landscape for days like these. Closing her eyes to the whispers from the past, she traces ancient symbols with cold, long finger tips…

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Tree branches track her course, stretched out to try to reach her, to no avail. She is not of this place; she is a spy from another time. Goddess blood flows through her veins and these stones know it. They can feel it in their deep, dark matter.

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Her power is not to be constrained and certainly could never be owned by stones like these. As she opens her eyes, grey silence meets her stare. She smiles slowly, stepping carefully back into the past. She has haunted her future for far too long now.

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“HAUNTED BRICKS” is available to buy as a digital collage on SUPER RARE 

MIAMI DISTORTION

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She was a wraith of sorts; black leather looks with an attitude to match. She hadn’t always been this way but all that mattered was the present. She had no bandwidth for any other scattered moments of time. Ascetic goddess of the future, she ran a tight ship. There was no room for error.

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However, in the faded lacuna of remorse, she would sometimes allow herself the luxury of daydreaming of Miami Beach. It was long gone now but she had walked it’s plastic glare in her childhood and it’s memory was more real that it’s reality.

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All she had left was that memory; it was a Miami distortion. A 3D projection of a lost reality and a different life.

KEEPING IT REAL

KEEPING IT REAL SMALL

Scampering down the Walk, a lone fox scavenges for survival, chased off by Burberry-clad local. Pink muscle car bumps past as she scowls hard into it’s broken headlights. This is no place for graffiti visitors, on an AirBNB tour of an abandoned urban skyline. Move along, nothing to see here. We are keeping it real in the concrete ghettos of the soul and this is no place for tartan tourists.

AMOR AQUILA

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Movie-star in love with golden aquila,

lay across ancient ruins like Roman goddess

with arched back and five star insecurities.

 

Rasping vespa screeched around ancient stones,

as she splashed porcelain in crystal clear fountains,

trying to be sultry native with hopeless words.

 

Don’t let her read the love poems of Catullus,

or she will be forever dreaming of thousands of kisses,

tortured by unrequited love and hooded traitors.

 

Hallucinating tattooed film stars and la dolce vita,

she was lost to the city and it swept her up,

along with all the other wannabe Italian starlets.

NYC NEON

Flashing hearts in this urban jungle, she keeps hers firmly under wraps. Cabs spin past in the burning summer heat; the warmth tempting her charcoal eyes to look beyond the sidewalk. Her love for this sprawling high rise playground is flashing in cold blue neon just outside her window. She will never leave here; this is her patch, her piece of the action. Flash, NYC neon, flash and keep her close to your warm concrete walls.

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ROPPONGI TAXI

Fast nights on these neon streets, she knew it would be this way. She falls out of mint green Tokyo taxi and adjusts her fluorescent attitude. Swaying in between glossy smiles and shining eyes, tequila shots to the brain. Pounding beats hit the Roppongi streets as she sparkles in-between glossy nightclubs. Roppongi nights are the best.

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AMSTERDAM WEEKENDER

Big sunnies, party pout and a pocket full of attitude. It is time for the Amsterdam Weekender. Bright yellow ballgown mixing it up with american muscle car down by the canal. Elephant masked men bounce along party-lined streets. Rainy day ain’t gonna stop our fun. Smokin’ hot beats and all the beautiful people.

Amsterdam, you rock.

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