Berry Moon: Laments of a Muse (Dances with Anita #3)

by Kate Schaefer, based on Berry Moon: Laments of a Muse by Camilla Bruce

Cocktail hat made of dupioni silk, polyester, cotton, rayon, nylon, and
metallic fabrics on buckram and wire frame, embellished with semi-precious
stones, stone beads, refrigerator magnets, star-shaped sequins, and an
origami frog.

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

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Uploaded: November 11, 2009
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    A Taste of Interfictions 2
    • “I was dead, now I'm alive. That's the first thing you need to know. We'll come back to that later. The second thing you need to know is there are no metaphors in this story. Everything is true. If there's a third thing, and usually there is, it would be that I love lists probably more than I should.”
      From: Some Things About Love, Magic, and Hair by Chris Kammerud
    • “She came back and opened the door, was rather amazed that the courier was still standing there. The agent raised her arm and tazered the courier's face. Wasn't a clean shot; the stinger punctured her cheek, straight through. The courier fell back and the agent kicked the package through her apartment door, rubbing the arm brace where her tazer was attached. She then unhooked the wire, which would dissolve in about an hour. Kneeling down to the courier she said, "I warned you. It's my risk. It's my package. Why should you give a ---- if I get blown up by it? I have no family left to sue you. And you can ---- your Lord, you ----ing hear me?" She stood up and rolled the courier into the freight elevator, and pressed Down.

      She decided she needed wine before opening the package.”
      From: (*_*?) ~~~~ (-_-) : The Warp and the Woof by Alan DeNiro
    • “My Obstetrician has four heads.
      She stands in front of me, arms crossed, tapping one foot.
      She only has the two feet.
      We are in Evanston, a socially-politically-ecologically aware suburb of Chicago, and she wears sensible shoes, expensive clogs and natural fibers to draw the eye away from the four heads.”
      From: Afterbirth by Stephanie Shaw
    • “I wonder why I still write you. After all, tomorrow you will disappear, yesterday you disappeared. Nothing changes, and everything is in flux on this island that shrinks, that swells… Do you know how hard it is to lead an infinity of lives all at once? I say an infinity, when really, it's just a great many lives in which I remain essentially the same. I have unendingly committed these words to paper and I have never done so. I am young and old, the wife who loves and deceives, the hieratic figure.

      But above all, I am weary.”
      From: L'Ile Close by Lionel Davoust

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