All Valentines are One Valentine

by Amanda Leetch, based on Valentines by Shira Lipkin

Mixed media art made with molded vegetable tanned leather, paper wasp’s nest and art papers, set in a distressed wooden box.

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

Tags: shiralipkin, valentines, interfictions2auction, interfictions2, interstitialartsfoundation, interstitial, visualart, mask
Uploaded: December 2, 2009
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The Interfictions 2 Auction

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    A Taste of Interfictions 2
    • “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
    • “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
    • “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
    • “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

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