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Richard Meier
Taberbacle

2011

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Richard Meier Taberbacle, 2011 Silkscreen Collage (mix media), sheet size: 30" x 30" signed numbered dated in pencil by the artist edition of 50 Richard Meier, (b.1934) most know as the world renowned architect began making collages almost 55 years ago, as a young student in Rome collecting crumpled papers and other detritus he found strewn throughout the city's ancient streets. [...] Meier joins a rich tradition of architects devoted to the art of collage—including Mies van der Rohe's De Stijl-inflected outings, Archigram's and Superstudio's psychedelic utopian visions, and OMA's postmodernist mashups. Collaging, after all, is a practice that, like architecture, involves the manipulation of space, the juxtaposition of materials, and a considerable amount of world-building.

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    Silkscreen on 290 gram Coventry Rag Paper 34 x 34 inches Edition of 20 2013 Richard Meier’s collages complement his architecture in various, unexpected ways. In sharp contrast to hi...
    Category

    21st Century and Contemporary Abstract Prints

    Materials

    Screen

  • Dal (Yellow)
    By Richard Meier
    Located in Jersey City, NJ
    Silkscreen on 290 gram Coventry Rag Paper 34 x 34 inches Edition of 20 2013 Richard Meier’s collages complement his architecture in various, unexpected ways. In sharp contrast to hi...
    Category

    21st Century and Contemporary Abstract Prints

    Materials

    Screen

  • Dal (Grey)
    By Richard Meier
    Located in Jersey City, NJ
    Silkscreen on 290 gram Coventry Rag Paper 34 x 34 inches Edition of 15 2013 Richard Meier’s collages complement his architecture in various, unexpected ways. In sharp contrast to hi...
    Category

    21st Century and Contemporary Abstract Prints

    Materials

    Screen

  • FEMME ASSISE
    By Enrico Baj
    Located in Aventura, FL
    Silkscreen on paper with mixed media, felt and glitter. Hand signed and numbered by the artist. Edition of 250. Artwork image size approx 31.5 x 23.5 inches. Artwork sheet size 39....
    Category

    1970s Contemporary Figurative Prints

    Materials

    Felt, Paper, Glitter, Screen, Mixed Media

    FEMME ASSISE
    $1,650 Sale Price
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  • Audrey Hepburn, mixed media limited edition fashion inspired unique screen print
    By Rosie Emerson
    Located in Dallas, TX
    Rosie Emerson returns to her elongated trademark style for the release of a brand new Audrey Hepburn print. Emerson has developed her very own technique to make these to prints using charcoal powder instead of ink, these print have a soft look and light texture to them, the powder is fixed with layers of fixative and also a UV varnish so they are protected for the years to come. Elevating the iconic Audrey Hepburn these prints unite hand painted elements, collaged found wire, diamonds and star constellations all in her monochrome style. A small edition of just 20, each print will vary slightly due to her unique technique, they come signed and edition in pencil and embossed with an artists stamp. Rosie Emerson, born in 1981, is a contemporary artist working almost exclusively on representing the female form. Emerson’s figures draw reference from archetypes old and new, from Artemis to the modern day super model, each solitary figure, an allegory of her own fantasy. Interested in surface, the interplay between photography and painting. Emerson’s works are playful constructs; Photography is used, not as a device for capturing reality but for creating romanticised optical illusions. Inspired by her love of theatre, performance, shrines and rituals, she uses lighting, costume, set and prop making, alongside printmaking and painting to create other worldly one off pieces. Her photography is inspired by both the drama of the baroque, and ethereal qualities of Pre Raphaelite works. Other important influences include late medieval and renaissance paintings, Japanese prints, and magical realist literature. Emerson’s work is widely collected and exhibited both in the UK as well as internationally, through galleries, art fairs and museums. She has also worked with brands and individuals including Harvey Nichols, The Ivy Club, Sony, Triumph Underwear, Redbull, P&O Cruises, and Annoushka jewelry...
    Category

    2010s Contemporary Figurative Photography

    Materials

    Screen, Mixed Media, Charcoal, Rag Paper

  • Brigitte Bardot, mixed media large glamorous unique screen print, black sparkle
    By Rosie Emerson
    Located in Dallas, TX
    Brigitte Bardot Large edition Charcoal and black glitter Screen print on 300 gsm Somerset Satin Paper Edition of 10 Price is for unframed, we are happy to coordinate framing for this piece at an extra cost. This new larger ‘Sparkle edition’ Brigitte Bardot is limited to just 10 and will create an impact on any wall. Originally released as a smaller print, it was dubbed ‘Beautiful, original and certainly collectable’ in the Sunday Times Style Magazine ‘, and was an instant sell out. The print features Emerson’s signature elongated figure combined with a delicate textural surface, which combines a unique black glitter and charcoal powder finish. Rosie Emerson, born in 1981, is a contemporary artist working almost exclusively on representing the female form. Emerson’s figures draw reference from archetypes old and new, from Artemis to the modern day super model, each solitary figure, an allegory of her own fantasy. Interested in surface, the interplay between photography and painting. Emerson’s works are playful constructs; Photography is used, not as a device for capturing reality but for creating romanticised optical illusions. Inspired by her love of theatre, performance, shrines and rituals, she uses lighting, costume, set and prop making, alongside printmaking and painting to create other worldly one off pieces. Her photography is inspired by both the drama of the baroque, and ethereal qualities of Pre Raphaelite works. Other important influences include late medieval and renaissance paintings, Japanese prints, and magical realist literature. Emerson’s work is widely collected and exhibited both in the UK as well as internationally, through galleries, art fairs and museums. She has also worked with brands and individuals including Harvey Nichols, The Ivy Club, Sony, Triumph Underwear, Redbull, P&O Cruises, and Annoushka jewelry...
    Category

    2010s Contemporary Figurative Photography

    Materials

    Rag Paper, Screen, Mixed Media, Charcoal

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