Valentines (Necklace and Bracelet Jewelry Set)

by Sarah B. Evans, based on Valentines by Shira Lipkin from Interfictions 2.

Black glass beads and white shell beads with black glazed cursive script — excerpts from the story — with black and clear seed bead dividers and on the necklace, a black/white/silver dichroic glass pendant.

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

Tags: interfictions2auction, interstitialartsfoundation, valentines, shiralipkin, interfictions2, interstitial, jewelry
Uploaded: October 31, 2009
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The Interfictions 2 Auction

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    C. Jane Washburn - The Child Empress of Mars The Long and the Short of Long-Term Memory Book The Beauty of Strange Stories by Mia Nutick The Animometer [redacted] (series of 4) Vision Imagination Dream and Memory The Child Empress of Mars A Drop of Raspberry Valentines The Quiz
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    A Taste of Interfictions 2
    • “My brother Pedro was born on the floor of our apartment. That was when we lived above the Good Foot. It was three-thirty on a Saturday morning when my mother pushed him out. Downstairs in the club, my father used to say, there was a band playing with twenty drummers, two basses, two guitars. Big horn section, lots of singers. It was some party down there. My mother said that my brother didn't cry once. He just hit the floor, put his ear against it, and started taking it all in right then. The band, the cheers from the crowd, the stomping feet against the club's floor. He never cried. But never slept either. Just listened and listened.”
      From: Interviews After the Revolution by Brian Francis Slattery
    • “She came back and opened the door, was rather amazed that the courier was still standing there. The agent raised her arm and tazered the courier's face. Wasn't a clean shot; the stinger punctured her cheek, straight through. The courier fell back and the agent kicked the package through her apartment door, rubbing the arm brace where her tazer was attached. She then unhooked the wire, which would dissolve in about an hour. Kneeling down to the courier she said, "I warned you. It's my risk. It's my package. Why should you give a ---- if I get blown up by it? I have no family left to sue you. And you can ---- your Lord, you ----ing hear me?" She stood up and rolled the courier into the freight elevator, and pressed Down.

      She decided she needed wine before opening the package.”
      From: (*_*?) ~~~~ (-_-) : The Warp and the Woof by Alan DeNiro
    • “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
    • “Hey Chipper, Mr. Anderson
      That’s Guy, not Garry,
      or Gary or even Garie
      Wants us to dialog in Haiku?

      Huh? He wants dialog In Haiku?
      Why does that sound kuku?”
      From: The Chipper Dialogs by Ronald Pasquariello

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