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

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Uploaded: November 4, 2009
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