Shatterglass Datakey

by Kendra Tornheim, based on Valentines by Shira Lipkin from Interfictions 2.

Wire wrapped antique key pendant, with vintage bronze enameled copper wire, pale blue glass chip beads marked with handwritten fragments of words, plus shell, gold tone safety pin, silver tone clapperless bell, silver plated brass feather charm, antiqued brass beetle, and clear glass teardrop. Pendant is slightly under 5" long including the bail, and hangs from a 18.5" fully-adjustable antique brass plated steel cable chain with antiqued brass lobster clasp. In addition to the pendant, the piece includes a half dozen extra word-marked glass chip beads.

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

Tags: kendratornheim, interfictions2, interstitialartsfoundation, interstitial, jewelry, valentines, shiralipkin
Uploaded: October 25, 2009
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ELLEN KUSHNER wrote...
From the moment I saw it I knew it had to be mine.


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    • “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
    • “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
    • “Just before I dozed off to sleep last night, I had a vision. I saw, with my eyes closed, a room that was wallpapered with the most amazing scenery of a battle between angels and demons. It was brilliantly colorful and so amazingly detailed. I can still see the deep red of the evil horde, their barbed tails and bat wings – classic Madison Avenue horned demons, but playing for keeps, slaying angels with their tridents. The angels wore billowing white robes and, of course, had feathered wings in contrast to the slick rodent ones of the enemy. Halos, gleaming swords, harps to call the troops to charge, they poured out of the clouds, riding beams of light toward earth where the demons crawled out of cracks in the ground, smoking volcano craters, and holes in giant trees.”
      From: The War Between Heaven and Hell Wallpaper by Jeffrey Ford
    • “People always get my origin story wrong. I wasn't "born in an explosion," I am the explosion; if I'm the chicken, the bomb was the egg. It's just that no one's ever taken responsibility for laying it. Anything else blows up, anywhere in L.A., and the gangs and factions fall all over each other to take credit, but someone takes out the craft services tent on the set of a minor erotic space opera and no one says a word.”
      From: The 121 by David J. Schwartz

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