during our recent venetian vacation, i took a few detours to research chandeliers for one of my current interior design projects.
my client and i are considering a juxtaposition of old and new. like the combination of art and architecture at the punta della dogana, the former 17th century customs house that is now a françois pinault foundation contemporary art museum.
slip of the tongue | punta della dogana | 2015 venice art biennale-collateral event | 12 april 2015-10 january 2016 | venice, italy
photo credits lisa walsh | innerspace
we could also consider a vintage chandelier in the right size.
joan jonas | they come to us without a word | united states pavilion | 2015 venice art biennale-giardini | 9 may-22 november 2015 | venice, italy
photo credits lisa walsh | innerspace
probably nothing too industrial.
qiu zhijie | jingling chronicle theater project, 2010-2015 | 2015 venice art biennale-arsenale | 9 may-22 november 2015 | venice, italy
photo credits christian sinibaldi/the guardian, lisa walsh | innerspace, and lisa walsh | innerspace
since this is a renovation project, we have some size constraints. so, a custom contemporary chandelier might be the best solution.
one day, my husband, bob, and i took the vaporetto to murano for private tours of the barovier & toso glass museum and the seguso* factory. after visiting the factory, i had the pleasure of working in the showroom with gianandrea seguso. so now, my client and i are considering collaborating with him on a custom chandelier.
seguso | ballerina chandelier | cold tone with LED lights | PS2/7.39
photo credits seguso
we also had the honor of meeting his father, poet and glass artist giampaolo seguso, in his studio.
giampaolo seguso | my page is glass
giampaolo seguso | my beech | poem engraved on murano glass
photos credits my page is glass by giampaolo seguso
my beech
‘my beech is becoming
even bigger;
showing off his bark
so rich with etchings, markings, tones
and shadings;
he becomes the desired backdrop
for thoughts, songs
and emotions.
further on, in time,
when stately grown
all at once the bark
will break
unable to contain
all that light
has told,
season upon season.
so the perfume of the soul
will emerge, mild and
vigorous, pure
on the carpet of leaves
and these,
blown by the wind,
broken by feet,
rotting at the roots
will sing to the world
the song of light.’
-giampaolo seguso