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About the Frames

I pick up old rusty objects: nails, ice axes, tips. I spend hours in old hardware stores. I can’t help but sneak in every sort of abandoned place.

The old factories with their steel skeletons have the same effect on me as churches on the worshipper. I like to get my hands dirty with material. I contemplate the signs of time.

Over the years, I poured this fascination into my photography and in furnishing. These frames are the natural result. Also, the result of the concept of recycling. With the exception of the basic wooden support, commissioned to a craftsman, the rest is the work of my hands.

I start from the foil of steel on which I spray a mixture of natural ingredients. During the rusting phase I intervene to create always different and therefore unique motifs. Then I cut the steel to fit the wooden support and use the nails both to fix it and to create additional ornamental motifs. The back, painted black, is equipped with two brass hangers for vertical and horizontal positions. A plywood panel, always painted black and stopped by brass tabs, holds the photograph/canvas/mirror firm in the the frame. Foam profiles equalize the thickness of the frame.

It follows that each piece has its own uniqueness, it’s unrepeatable.

The logo, printed with name and surname (to which the frame number will be added by hand), is glued to the back.

It’s a link to my past and a tribute to my father. It is in fact the personalized reproduction of his signature on the drawings.

frame in its airball package
wrapping in brown paper, cord and seal

About Agnese

back of the frame, wood, rusted steel, brass, logo with type's #

Africa - where I was born and where I lived my first 6 years. The XIX century building in Naples - where I grew up. My father - considered one of the masters of Italian comics. A great esthete and a man of culture, who passionately loved the century before his. My mother, a woman of great elegance and taste in furnishing. 

These elements have determined my love for nature and for the past. A past bringing a history both manifest and unknowable

I feel the same attraction for things that were, are and will be. For substance and its way to react to time. I am seduced by flaws. And I have a developed sense of aesthetics that allows me to transform used and then abandoned objects. I give them new life and beauty, relocating them in the present.

I love the uniqueness and the value of non-reproducibility. For me rusty steel is the perfect synthesis of all this: hard and malleable at the same time. It carries the traces of the past and has a unique elegance.

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