Write Everything Down

by Susan W. Saltzman, based on Valentines by Shira Lipkin from Interfictions 2.

18" long ball chain necklace
All metal except grommet is 100% sterling silver, oxidized and satin finished.
Handcut and stamped heart charm fitted with brass grommet and hand formed stamped sterling pendant.
Authentic aqua colored sea glass (this particular piece is from Cornwall, England) drilled and hung from silver chain.
Tiny puffy heart charm dangles at tear drop clasp.

This piece will be auctioned off to benefit the Interstitial Arts Foundation at iafauctions.com

Tags: interfictions2auction, interstitialartsfoundation, interfictions, susanwsaltzman, interfictions2, interstitial, valentines, shiralipkin, jewelry
Uploaded: October 18, 2009
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SToNZware wrote...
More of my work can be found here: www.stonz.etsy.com Thanks! -Susan


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The Interfictions 2 Auction

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    A Drop of Raspberry The Quiz The Lapis Tree by Cris Fisher Berry Moon Skirt Berry Moon Skirt (lining) Black Feather by JoSelle Vanderhooft Timothy by Sarah Evans Write Everything Down Berry Moon Skirt
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    A Taste of Interfictions 2
    • “I have never noticed until now the tender cut of your jaw, how the skin scoops inwards towards the throat, a reservoir for rain, or honey, or milk. I have never noticed the way your neck quivers next to the jugular. I have never noticed the way your sleep-sigh takes on a musical pattern, moving along in harmonic thirds, as though somewhere, in some dream, people are singing in chords.”
      From: Four Very True Tales by Kelly Barnhill
    • “I was dead, now I'm alive. That's the first thing you need to know. We'll come back to that later. The second thing you need to know is there are no metaphors in this story. Everything is true. If there's a third thing, and usually there is, it would be that I love lists probably more than I should.”
      From: Some Things About Love, Magic, and Hair by Chris Kammerud
    • “Every day for three decades, the abandoned house strains against its galling anchors, hoping to pull free. It has waited thirty years for its pipes and pilings to finally decay so it can leave for Florida to find the Macek family. Nobody in its Milford neighborhood will likely miss the house or even notice its absence; it has hidden for decades behind overgrown bushes, weeds, and legends. When they talk about the house at all, the neighbors whisper about the child killer who lived there long ago with his family: a wife and five children who never knew their father kept his rotting playmate in the crawlspace until the police came. The house, however, knows the truth and wants to confess it, even if it has to crawl eight hundred miles.”
      From: Remembrance is Something Like a House by Will Ludwigsen
    • “Work dried up after the crash. My magazine folded, and the creditors came around demanding the office furniture and telephone and rent. They got one chair, a cancelled stamp, and a hundred and twelve copies of the second edition of Honeypot which didn't sell as well as the first. "And why should it?" Betsy asked. "Nobody's into poetry. Especially in the language of bees. They could be saying anything."”
      From: For the Love of Carrots by Kelly J. Cogswell

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