Auction #13: Remembrance Is Something Like A Necklace

November 13th, 2009

Still Standing by Mia NutickStill Standing
by Mia Nutick

Ceramic pendant, gold wash on gold.

Based On:
“Remembrance is Something Like a House” by Will Ludwigsen

This auction has ended. Thanks to everyone who bid. Please check the front page for more auctions, going on through the first week of December, 2009.

Chimera Fancies are wearable poetry made of old recycled fairy tale books made into new art, my own chosen interstitial art form. For this auction I used an ARC of Interfictions 2, so the text on these pieces is both taken from and inspired by the stories themselves.

“Still Standing” is taken from Will Ludwigsen’s haunting story “Remembrance is Something Like a House,” a piece which spoke to me of persistence and redemption and the power of truth.

Mia Nutick

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Filed under Auctions, Interfictions 2, Jewelry, Mixed Media, Necklaces | Comments (3)

3 Responses to “Auction #13: Remembrance Is Something Like A Necklace”

  1. Shira Lipkin on November 15, 2009 12:14 am

    This is a beautiful piece; it’s the kind of thing I can see going to someone who’ll use it as a mantra. (I’m tempted myself.)

  2. Chandra Peltier on November 15, 2009 4:22 pm

    The power of logos as talisman is definitely at work here!

  3. Ellen Denham on November 15, 2009 8:18 pm

    This would be a lovely gift for someone you’re proud of for “still standing.” What a wonderful wearable quote!

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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

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