The Child Empress of Mars

by C. Jane Washburn, based on The Child Empress of Mars by Theodora Goss in Interfictions 2

15" tall x 12" long Art Doll – Mixed Media: wire, tape, polyclay, semi-precious stones, found objects, fur scraps, silk, acrylics.

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

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Uploaded: November 4, 2009
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    A Taste of Interfictions 2
    • “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
    • “After the children are asleep, she goes to her room and sees the dress of gold laid out on her bed, unzipped and waiting for her. The lining is embroidered with bees (from the mother's name, the dress was made for her).

      She looks out the window, as if she can signal someone, but it's night out, and the window might as well be painted over black.

      She puts on the dress and goes to his room.

      "Very good," he says, and she feels like her mouth has been stuffed with cotton and no light will ever reach her.

      When he zips the dress closed she can feel the bees spring to life inside the dress, a thousand tiny stings.”
      From: To Set Before the King by Genevieve Valentine
    • “It had been forty-six years since Dunbar had visited the moon. He stood in his bathrobe at the scenic window taking in the view. The black sky, the craters, the landscape were exactly as he remembered.
      He cursed.

      Dunbar remembered many things from his past. He remembered his first telephone number. The number of steps from his front door to the playground two blocks over. The exact color of his shirt when he graduated from 6th grade. The words to the poem "Kubla Khan." The way the first car he owned had to be finessed when he shifted from first to third.

      He had come here to study memory so that he could learn how to forget.”
      From: The Long And Short Of Long Term Memory by Cecil Castellucci
    • “In the month of Ind, when the flowers of the Jindal trees were in blossom and just beginning to scatter their petals on the ground like crimson rain, a messenger came to the court of the Child-Empress. He announced that a Hero had awakened in the valley of Jar.

      The messenger was young and obviously nervous, at court for the first time, but when the Child-Empress said, "A Hero? What is his name?" he replied with a steady voice. "Highest blossom of the Jindal tree, his name is not yet known. He has not spoken it, for he has as yet seen no one to whom he could speak."”
      From: Child-Empress of Mars by Theodora Goss

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