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GroupexhibtionFrom January 8 to March 23, 2025Opening: Saturday January 11, 2025 from 4:00 PM to 7:00 PM  Rademakers GalleryNijverheidslaan 3A 9, 1382 LE Weespmore information

PAN Amsterdam

November 24 t/m December 1Rademakers Gallery, Booth 3 Paintings and Jewellerymore information

Intersection, where two paths meet

Paintings and jewelleryTogether with Kanya Charoensupkul November 9 2024 – January 12 2025 ATTA GalleryBangkok – Thailand more informationdownload press release (pdf)

Opgespeld

DIVA AntwerpenOctober 25 2024 – April 21 2025 Two of my brooches are part of the exhibition. more information

Fragile 

September 1 2024  till February 2 2025 CODA MuseumApeldoornmore information

Between Body & Soul

Orrizonte d’autoriBiennale del gioiello d’autoreCurated by Thereza Pedrosa 70 works by 20 international artists September 14 2024 – 6 January 6 2025 Museo Civico di AsoloAsolo (IT)more information

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!

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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