The Child Empress of Mars

by Laramie Sasseville, based on The Child Empress of Mars by Theodora Goss.

Starting with a wired gauze ribbon, I doubled it and sewed the lengths together so that the design from one side shows mistily through to the other, and I used a wandering crewel-stitch to secure the pieces together.To further the impression of heavy mists described in the story, I made lots of feathery structures with tiny translucent white seed beads and gold, garnet, & translucent-gold beads. One of the things I liked most about the story that inspired the piece was the way it had of making alien
things seem oddly familiar. So, hidden among the ‘mists’ are a lot of odd little things: round and faceted agates, freshwater pearls, fish, flower, insect, and bird beads of various sorts. The finished piece is approximately 16” long.

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

Tags: thechildempressofmars, theodoragoss, interfictions2auction, interfictions2, interstitialartsfoundation, interstitial
Uploaded: October 30, 2009
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LaramieSasseville wrote...
I forgot to mention, in case it's not obvious: this is a bookmark, a bookmark fit for an Empress.

LaramieSasseville wrote...
Also: please check out my other work here: www.dreamspell.net/crafts/ Thanks!


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