On Her Toes, acrylic/collage, 6 x 6, Elizabeth W. Seaver
Darla wanted to be on the stage; she wanted to be a ballerina. Unfortunately, her family followed the circus and needed her to perform there.
"Oh, how I wish I could leave behind the smells of popcorn and cotton candy and elephant poop," she sighed.
Despite the fact that her mother wanted her to put on see-through tights and to hide her fluffy tail under a high cut spandex costume, Darla donned her floatiest shirt and swirliest skirt when she walked on the tight rope.
She blocked out the cheers, gasps, and echoing sounds of popping balloons under the big top. She even ignored the silly carnival music. In her head, she imagined the strains of the Nutcracker Suite.
And she dreamed of being a ballerina.