Beppe Kessler (1952, Amsterdam) is a contemporary painter and jewellery maker and who lives and works in the Netherlands. Kessler graduated from the Gerrit Rietveld Academy in 1979, with a degree in textile art and industrial textile design.

‘My inspiration lies in huge concepts you cannot describe into words. Like time, nothingness, the violence of the elements. Or in small things I encounter, thoughts that amaze me, making me realize that vulnerability gives life to things’.

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About holy shit

We live in a time when nature asunder thread, in a world increasingly dominated by conflict. What can you do as an artist? Cursing softly holy shit and cherishing the beauty that lies ahead, transformed into this tiny piece. To be worn and propagated!

holy shit

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What if you suddenly hear that you are ill…
What do you do afterwards, when you are totally ok again, what do you want to say and make, how to start?
Come back.

What do you do with all those half things that lie in drawers, stored in boxes: damaged, broken, kept, worthless and of value.

Jewelry that you no longer wear, made of gold or silver, worn links, broken clasps. There are memories…. A medallion of horn, inlaid with silver and mother-of-pearl, worn daily as a teenager in their heyday, the 1960s, just like the gold link bracelet.
A precious coral brooch you never wore, too much of a jewel, too fine.
Cufflinks, received as a keepsake.

But also a damaged Japanese lacquer box, an ebony violin key.
A milk tooth, no idea whose.
A jat that you don’t know how you got it.
Shells and pieces of coral collected by your mother in Indonesia in the late 1940s.
Tin figures.
The charm chain full of silver creatures, people, things, objects around your neck, each with their meaning. Ringing worn and cherished.

I’m putting them all back in the spotlight. I prefer to immortalize them forever.
I isolate or disassemble them, I combine them and give them a second life in a composition with pearls and rabbit droppings sprinkled in between. Together they grow into new, tiny stories in the form of a brooch. New life.

© Beppe Kessler