Story: I hear the creak as you pull down the trap door to release the metal stairs, then your footsteps as you climb each rung. I don't know if you'll find it, a crimson box decorated with blossoms and butterflies, handed down from one little girl to the next; then I shiver as I feel a small hand sweep dust from satin and I know. The sound of the latch, so old yet still working, and my music begins to play. I stand up straight and start to dance. I conjure myself a golden tutu and hold out one hand to summon the butterflies. On my command, the branches spread and burst into blossoms and the walls of this room give way to pink flowers. And on the floor with me, a little girl pirouettes in wonder at some kind of magic, a million miles away, yet still in the attic.
Media: Acrylic and mixed media
Surface: Box canvas
Size: 20cm x 20cm x 1.5cm [depth]; 7.87" x 7.87" x 0.59" [depth]
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