The Animometer

by Carisa Swenson, based on The War Between Heaven and Hell Wallpaper by Jeffrey Ford

Mixed media art made with antique pocket watch, acrylic paint, magnets, chain, steel wire, brad, jewelry bead, paper, illustration board.

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

Tags: interfictions2auction, interfictions2, interstitialartsfoundation, interstitial, mixedmedia, repurposedobjects, thewarbetweenheavenandhellwallpaper, jeffreyford
Uploaded: November 4, 2009
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The Interfictions 2 Auction

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    Remembrances Berry Moon Skirt Berry Moon: Laments of a Muse (Dances with Anita #3) Dream of the Child Empress of Mars Shatterglass datakey - Kendra Tornheim Bee with Cleaver All Valentines are One Valentine Shatterglass Datakey Je me souviens (Close up)
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    A Taste of Interfictions 2
    • “There's a red, ripe moon, like a berry, in the sky. Blood moon they call it, berry moon, I say. Juicy and full, that fat piece of fruit, makes me want to swallow it whole. A pearl of heaven's own blood in my mouth, and then... The sky surrounding my glossy morsel is brimming with purple champagne, foaming with stars. I wait for them to fall down and cover me in shimmering dust. Will it crackle and hiss when it touches my skin? Will it burn? Taste perhaps like ice and water, vanilla and nuts, when I lick it off my hands? It is my duty, you know, to eat it all up. "Greedy", you may say, but then, you still love me...”
      From: Berry Moon by Camilla Bruce
    • “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
    • “This is a story about a man who ties a woman to his bed. No, it's not what you think, he says. Please understand. But how can he explain? All those nights his wife turns into other things. Would anyone believe him?

      He should have known the first time he saw her, he thinks: her waves of dark hair spilling down her back, her torn jeans, her look of fuck you too, her scent of wet leaves, sweat, and dirt. It made him horny. What else can he say?”
      From: The Marriage by Nin Andrews
    • “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

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