Hiroshi suzuki romance bpm6/13/2023 ![]() Who knew you could create such ethereal masterpieces with metal? Here I found vessels so weightless they seemed vulnerable to a passing breeze surfaces as malleable as silk, beaten into patterns of mesh, ripples and furrows that defied the laws of physics and pastel hues - sky-blue, leaf-green, sugar-pink - with a sharp yet delicate chromatism more often delivered by ceramics. That, at least, was my ignorant opinion before I stepped into the gallery of Adrian Sassoon in London on a sunlit September morning and discovered the work of Hiroshi Suzuki. Accustomed to the minimalism of ceramics or the luminosity of blown glass, why would we consider the material behind those stolid, heavy, often tarnished candlesticks and tea sets found in bric-a-brac shops or granny’s dresser? Only the most discerning 21st-century heartbeats quicken at the prospect of silverware.
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