This is the final post of four things on http://www.fourfortheday.com but the site will remain open with updates on the things to come.
This has been a truly amazing year with this project. From day one I knew when I was organizing my studio and seeing how many small collections of things I kept and really loved, to Allison Sommers first post on January 2nd 2011, and in early November when all weeks had been assigned, and now when everything is all said and done that the concept of this project was something people really enjoy. We love our stuff and other peoples as well.
I can’t thank the Guest Editor’s enough for making this what it is. It takes courage to expose the things we hold onto. The Guest Editor’s did it and the internet has found out a little more about each of them.
I encourage everyone to keep checking back to find out what is next for this little project. My hope is a bound book and art exhibition. But I am open to other possibilites.
My humble thank you to everyone who made this possible and the collectors around the world, past, present, and future.
Happy New Year.
s. arden hill
I share with you four photos of the man who makes my heart sing, Harry Bertoia….
My mother died in 1998. I wanted to do something special with the money I received from her estate. Several weeks passed as I explored possibilities that might be ”special” for me. One morning, in a conversation with my partner, a LOUD thought came to the fore of my thinking, “Buy a Bertoia sculpture!” was what I heard.
I had seen only one of his sculptures in the mid-70′s at someone’s home. It was a piece whose sound touched my heart. The moment I heard the message, I said, “I know what I’m going to do, I’m going to buy myself a Bertoia sculpture!” Pascal said, “What a good idea.”
Within 2 weeks, I owned 2 sculptures. It all happened magically. It has continued to be magical. As I found more of them & read about Harry, I began falling in love. First, with the pieces, then with Harry. (He died 20 years earlier, in 1978.)
I was selling high-end furniture through architects and interior designers in Philadelphia when I met the first Bertoia sculpture. Until then, I knew Bertoia only from selling many Knoll chairs. I was also on the Collab Committee which supported acquiring pieces for the Philadelphia Museum of Art’s 20th Century collection.
In the weeks following my first sculpture purchases, I made a request to collect all the data to prepare a Catalogue Raisonne`. That was 13+ years ago. In the process, I learned to follow my heart, traveled the US & Europe, became an expert on Bertoia, discovered the architects and artists of the Mid-20th Century, lectured at universities & for art audiences, learned digital photography & filmed those I interviewed who knew Harry directly.
…a life worth living.
In terms of your things, what does your space (studio/office/living area) look like? please describe.
My life lives inside my promise for the world: By 2034, I promise a world where all people are fulfilled, fulfilling their promises for the world, living lives designed from their heart. What is YOUR promise? Send it to me.
I love my spaces. I have an office in our house & a studio in the Gate House. The Bertoia Archive, library, writing space, fabric room, sewing machines, cutting table & the iPromiseBank live together. The wood stove keeps it all warm. Some spaces are organized, some disorganized, books & fabric are shelved & bolts are stacked.
There’s always more to do. . . .
Where do you normally get your things?
I find things in fabric stores, on the sidewalk, in my research, in museums, libraries, homes, bookstores. I’m always looking.
One of my favorite things is a vest I found on 22nd Street in Philadelphia. I was driving, saw a black pile of something. Drove next to it, opened my car door, picked it up with pinched thumb & finger, carried it the same way into the laundry room at my apartment building, washed & dried it. It was a NorthFace down vest. The zipper was broken. After considering replacing the zipper & realizing I don’t like zippers in jackets/vests. I cut it out, used the zipper tape to sew on a trim, found frogs for the closure, covered the “NorthFace” on both the front & back with black appliques, and voi-la, I have a vest I’ve worn since 1999 and have gotten hundreds of compliments on it.
One of my favorite pairs of gloves came from the floor of a bead store in Philadelphia. (Before moving to Rock Cave, WV, I lived in Philadelphia 30 yrs.) I’d been shopping for gloves for a couple months. Either they weren’t big enough, long enough, or were way too expensive. Finally I said, “God, I need some assistance here. I am looking for a pair of black lined leather gloves that fit perfectly. Please bring them to me.” Next thing I knew, here was a pair on the floor exactly like what I had requested. I turned them in to the store owner & he said, “They must be for you.”
I’m not a shopper, except for fabric, so this works for me.
What is your prize possession/”thing”/collectible/tool?
My car is my prize possession. It lets me move, explore, travel, carry all my gear, sleep, journey.