Safe Haven

The small room was lined with books. Floor to ceiling book shelves were stacked with the elegant repeating stripes of multi coloured spines. Worn oak tables central to the room were piled high with more horizontal spines so that to creep between the delicately balanced volumes without sending them flying was a game of skill. In the furthest corner, hidden from the glass frontage by the towers and shadows of years of imagination, a worn old arm chair sat alongside a dusty red sofa, the padding bursting from the aged cushions too loved by too many in this state for the owner to consider re-stuffing them.

This was my haven, a shadowy retreat, illuminated by the soft glow of flickering orange electric candle light. The place I could go to and curl up and hide from the world, from the pressures of the course, of the demands society place upon me. With each visit I would lose myself in the pages clutched before me, knowing I was accepted there, that I could paint whatever image I chose from the basis of others imaginations. I could be the heroine saving the country from the blighted dragons, the maiden gliding into the welcoming arms of the man who loved her, the strong independent woman who would learn how to survive in a new planet

The shop keeper would accept me, let me slink away into my solitude, certain in the knowledge that I always purchased the book after enjoying the musty smells of the old paper, aged leather chair and dusty tombs. All the noise from the world outside would be muffled and muted by the pages of safety that surrounded me, and should anyone search for me, I wouldn’t be found.

With a sigh I open my eyes, blinking in the intensity of the morning light. The sun glaring through my pale curtains, urged me out of bed and into the world where a new demanding day of study is beginning. I could but dream of such a haven, but one day… One day I was sure I would find it.

Safe Haven

KMorral

Lowestoft, United Kingdom

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Artist's Description

Not quite as evocative as I would hope- I want to get more sounds and smells involved, but this is a rush very last minute attempt at an entry for the Star Twister – Haven.

Based on a second hand book store I found in PLymouth, that had everything except the seating area in the corner!

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