Shatterglass Datakey

by Kendra Tornheim, based on Valentines by Shira Lipkin from Interfictions 2.

Wire wrapped antique key pendant, with vintage bronze enameled copper wire, pale blue glass chip beads marked with handwritten fragments of words, plus shell, gold tone safety pin, silver tone clapperless bell, silver plated brass feather charm, antiqued brass beetle, and clear glass teardrop. Pendant is slightly under 5" long including the bail, and hangs from a 18.5" fully-adjustable antique brass plated steel cable chain with antiqued brass lobster clasp. In addition to the pendant, the piece includes a half dozen extra word-marked glass chip beads.

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

Tags: kendratornheim, interfictions2, interstitialartsfoundation, interstitial, jewelry, valentines, shiralipkin
Uploaded: October 25, 2009
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ELLEN KUSHNER wrote...
From the moment I saw it I knew it had to be mine.


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