This week in Liverpool saw the sale of the contents of the studio of Sean Rice who died in 1997.
Statues, maquettes, wax models, paintings.
A varied selection, from strident riot police with shields, a nod to the Toxteth troubles, to the mellifluous mythic, a reference perhaps to Maurice Lambert who taught Rice in the early 1950’s.
My own favourite pieces can be viewed every day in Liverpool’s Metropolitan Cathedral of Christ the King. Archbishop Warlock commissioned Rice to produce a series of sculptures for the Stations of the Cross. Prior to this the Stations were represented by photographs of the Vietnam War. Rice did not disappoint.
Each part of Christ’s journey is depicted in metal. Hard, unforgiving, unyielding sculptures twisted and contorted to form brutal images which are quite harrowing and breathtaking. They are magnificent, evoking sorrow and suffering. Each one more and more haunting as Christ struggles on his journey to the Cross.
If you are in Liverpool put this on your list of ‘must sees’. In situ in the Cathedral this art is remarkable. To see it scattered over a trestle table in an industrial unit in the Baltic Triangle, seemed almost sacrilege. I managed to buy a very small piece, I salvaged a part of Liverpool’s history, made by one of its most talented sons. It was astonishing that the collection wasn’t bought for/by the city. Instead a life’s work will now be scattered and disseminated. Most never to be seen again.
Please read this very interesting obituary of Sean Rice, and get yourself down to Paddy’s Wigwam. It’s Easter. You can. http://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/obituary-sean-rice-1283255.html
Here we have a lush Art Deco Filigree Czech Brooch.
Very intricate. Very charming. And very reasonably priced.
If you are looking for a beautifully made antique, for the price of a bag of chips and a bottle of wine, then look no further.
Keep your eyes peeled. This weekend I am going to write a lot. An awful lot. About Chinese textiles, here is a little peek:
Do you know what it is yet?
Go on, have a guess….
They don’t make them any more like Emilio Pucci – born in 1914 to one of Florence’s most illustrious families, the Marquis Emilio Pucci di Barsento naturally embodied the jet set glamour of post-war Italy.
Multilingual, well-travelled, American-educated, air force pilot, Olympic skier and aristocrat – he was a Renaissance man in every sense of the term. Recovering in Switzerland after the war, and with the Italian economy in ruins, Pucci made ends meet by teaching Italian and giving ski lessons in Zermatt.
It was there that in 1947 a streamlined ski outfit he designed, initially for himself and then for his enthusiastic socialite friends was photographed by a fashion photographer and published in Harper’s Bazaar USA, giving rise to a fashion phenomenon that continues to reverberate to this day.
However, as an ex trolley dolly, I would like to thank Emilio for his fabulous contribution to the airline industry. In 1965, Pucci put an end to ‘The Plain Plane’ with his avant garde uniform and livery designs for Braniff International Airways:
I really think there is room in the market for a re-launch of the ‘bubble helmet’, especially if you live through the monsoons of Northern England. Genius!
Invest in an antique of the future. A signed Pucci scarf. And if you know where I can find a bubble helmet – do let me know!
Click on the scarf to be taken to my shop.
Good old amethysts; the Ancient Greeks would have us believe amethysts ward off the intoxicating powers of Bacchus.
So if you like a tipple, this is the brooch for you!
This stunning 1940’s pin sparkles and twinkles away, and just one glimpse of it will keep you quick witted and clear headed all day long, another Ancient Greek myth….?
Fabulous condition, superb quality. If your Valentine’s Day didn’t live up to expectations, then now is the time to treat yourself!
Buy this brooch here, in my new ETSY shop, before someone else does!
Not a lot apparently.
Only rather alarming looking words ending in …cyst.
So it’s hardly surprising that there is little in the literary canon about the good old amethyst.
It just isn’t poetic enough.
Let’s try another approach. Take a look at the etymology.
From the Greek ‘amethustos’ meaning ‘sober’, the amethyst will guard against drunkenness.
Here then, is a beautiful amethyst necklace for the lush in your life, a lush not fond of poetry.
Oh, and the Lady at The Telegraph, loves all things purple, especially the amethyst. It is the gem to buy in 2014.