Lolita Wolfby Tiffany Atkin
ABOUT THE ART
She sits quietly upon the hill where it first entered her thoughts & clouded her mind. Ants march up her bare legs and tell eachother stories as they pass in opposite directions. She wills them to bite, but they won't... as though they know. This was the very same patch of grass where she'd once danced as a child, draped in daisy chains & smiling up at her father as he brushed the dirt from her forehead. She clutches her dress as she remembers those days. Now, staring deep into the concrete jungle below, she relives the past 24 hours in vivid detail. Every. Last. Breath. Light rain gently kisses her cheeks as though it were rewarding her. Cicadas unite in a giddy applause for a job well done. The world slows & exhileration gives way to a strange calm as the city falls into thick dusky lavender. She can still smell the intoxicating saltiness of the hazy streets below as blossoms float gently to the mossy ground around her. Is this the last time? She knows it doesnt have to be. No one will ever suspect.