Wendy Ellertson - Je me souviens

by Wendy Ellertson, based on The Long and the Short of Long-Term Memory by Cecil Castelucci from Interfictions 2.

Expandable cut, folded and hand stitched artist book incorporating handmade papers, deerskin leather, and thread with hand stitched deerskin leather and bead pouch. Pouch dimensions: 3 /12" x 4" . Book when stretched out 5" x 20"

This piece is being auctioned off in November 2009 at iafacutions.com

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Uploaded: October 18, 2009
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    • “My Obstetrician has four heads.
      She stands in front of me, arms crossed, tapping one foot.
      She only has the two feet.
      We are in Evanston, a socially-politically-ecologically aware suburb of Chicago, and she wears sensible shoes, expensive clogs and natural fibers to draw the eye away from the four heads.”
      From: Afterbirth by Stephanie Shaw
    • “I wonder why I still write you. After all, tomorrow you will disappear, yesterday you disappeared. Nothing changes, and everything is in flux on this island that shrinks, that swells… Do you know how hard it is to lead an infinity of lives all at once? I say an infinity, when really, it's just a great many lives in which I remain essentially the same. I have unendingly committed these words to paper and I have never done so. I am young and old, the wife who loves and deceives, the hieratic figure.

      But above all, I am weary.”
      From: L'Ile Close by Lionel Davoust
    • “It had been forty-six years since Dunbar had visited the moon. He stood in his bathrobe at the scenic window taking in the view. The black sky, the craters, the landscape were exactly as he remembered.
      He cursed.

      Dunbar remembered many things from his past. He remembered his first telephone number. The number of steps from his front door to the playground two blocks over. The exact color of his shirt when he graduated from 6th grade. The words to the poem "Kubla Khan." The way the first car he owned had to be finessed when he shifted from first to third.

      He had come here to study memory so that he could learn how to forget.”
      From: The Long And Short Of Long Term Memory by Cecil Castellucci
    • “I was not quite ten when Renata grew up out of my right shoulder like a second head. She was just a blemish at first, a smudge that looked a little like the state of Florida. Then she was a squashed spider mole, then she was a monster, a mewling, squirming mass of purple flesh that smelled like raw chicken, and then she was just Renata, my little sister, saying let me have the arms, Davy, I need the arms, my nose itches, please please please, give me the arms, so I can scratch my nose!”
      From: The Two of Me by Ray Vukcevich

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