Rodwellian: Hidden Art - Thankfully Found

It was a day full of visual excitement. After a breakfast at Belle Epoque with the two Johns (Ricarrdi was visiting), my J and I decided to make an afternoon uncovering art. We only saw a fraction of the studios but it made for a wonderful afternoon on a crisp November day. Here are a few things that I found particularly inspiring. If only I had more walls and table space....

These bottles were by Akiko Hirai. She shared a studio with another woman (Covadonga Hornero Garcia) who also did work in porcelain - it was very fragile, web-like surfaces. I don't have any images of her web dishes, but she had some fantastic vases and lights. Here is a vase that I particularly liked.

Most of the work was of a commercial nature - beautiful but buyable. However, we were treated to an installation by a woman named Caroline Lambard My pictures do not do it justice. Here is a small snippit of it and the 2nd photo shows J is posing for scale.

Then came the whimsical, adult sculptures (or maybe not sculptures perhaps pieces) of Alice Power. I loved her work. One piece that I didn't capture here (i need to save something for you who want to go and see the work is a Gary Glitter in shish ka-bob sticks jail). All her work was funny and a bit grown up despite the style that on first glance felt quite cute and kid-like. I loved it.

Here are a few pieces which work better in person -- should have shot a video...

Now for the nuns ....

I hope you can feel the motion and hear the crackly music of old 45s. I think this one was called Domenique. Jonathan of course was thrilled to hear the first one in this series used a reproduction player that had a usb port that you could use to digitize music. I hear a purchase coming on.

There was so much that we saw that it is unfair that I didn't capture them all here, but you need to go yourself. However, i will feature the one purchase that J made (i made one too, but it is a little gifty for someone so can't say much). J of course bought something for our walls -- which we have very few. Here it is. The strangest thing is that J bought me a skirt about 5 years ago from these guys in Toronto. Do you remember my RUDE skirt? These guys are called thisisrude.com