The Savages came in their hundreds, war-worn and brutal, pouring over the barren landscape.
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.
Their eyes were hidden behind masks of rips and tears. An army of broken humanoids.
They had an easy mantra – “Savages, Silence Yourself” and they would hum it over and over again as they poured through the battle grounds.
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.
THE SAVAGES – original collage now available on Saatchi Art
She had sat here, on this small blue chair so many times. Yet, this time felt different. She was a grown woman now, with towering stilettos and a towering career to match. Yet…
When she sat on the blue chair, she remembered. She remembered what it was like to have grandiose dreams of being a Hollywood starlet or a famous singer, going from show to show, leaving a trail of hearts in her wake. Or maybe she was a artist living in Paris, drifting from painting to lover and back to painting again. She had forgotten what it was like to dream. And no career would ever whisper dreams to her, no matter how big the promotion.
She gripped the blue chair tight as her heart and head fought the battle. Her soul watched smugly from the sidelines, already knowing the war was won.
All it had taken was a small chipped blue chair…