Vision Imagination Dream and Memory

by Cait Stuff, based on The War Between Heaven and Hell Wallpaper by Jeffrey Ford.

Mixed media painting (8×10) of acrylics, ink, collage, tracing paper, magnets, label stickers

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

Tags: interfictions2auction, interstitialartsfoundation, interfictions, thewarbetweenheavenandhellwallpaper, jefferyford, visualmedia, mixedmedia
Uploaded: October 18, 2009
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