There’s something so warm, cold, modern and primitive about plaster. The medium is so beautiful, strong and delicate, solid and appearing to be light as air. It might be the medium with the most contradictions - all true. Plaster became a useful tool for a cast my friends heartily made of my own form (back and, uh, bum :) my freshman year in college. I valiantly attempted (and succeeded) to capture my slight form for a chair I was building in 3-D design design. I wanted to build a chair that fit me like a glove based on the Pin Art Box novelty toy, though these pins were rounded dowels set in a skeletal wooden frame like a rib cage that would respond to the sitter. It worked and we all had a good laugh for a long time.
Years and years later I was dipping and casting plaster for beautiful displays my first year at Anthropologie. This chalky substance haunted me again only a couple years ago with an Elle Decor ensemble of furniture editorial, but their most recent June article of Stephen Antonson’s sculptural forms has me thinking again of this material. Going into a Raku sculpting class in nearly a month it makes me ponder making more studies of pieces I want to create in this medium conducive to home use. Sans kiln and good old air time.
One Kings Lane firmly believes in his craft and details him in this quick editorial.