A glass artist, Melvin Anderson lives in Amsterdam, away from Murano and its transparency. Maybe his plastic imprinting is geographic. His creations have always been of thicknesses which have relevance, thick and layered colours, almost to confirm a practice little to do with the lightness of blown pieces. Masks, one of his lastest works, beyond the originality of the subject, suitable for a Wunderkammer of the eighteenth century, more than just for a Museum of Ars Vitraria, instantly reveal their characteristic that occurs, especially in the dense colours, endowed with deep reflections and decorative patterns stolen from fashion, as with the animalier. The masks open a new chapter, closer to dark expressiveness than to the poetic lightness of glass, revealing the originality of Anderson’s approach.

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WHERE: Droogbak 16 1013 GG Amsterdam, The Netherlands

A glass artist, Melvin Anderson lives in Amsterdam, away from Murano and its transparency. Maybe his plastic imprinting is geographic. His creations have always been of thicknesses which have relevance, thick and layered colours, almost to confirm a practice little to do with the lightness of blown pieces. Masks, one of his lastest works, beyond the originality of the subject, suitable for a Wunderkammer of the eighteenth century, more than just for a Museum of Ars Vitraria, instantly reveal their characteristic that occurs, especially in the dense colours, endowed with deep reflections and decorative patterns stolen from fashion, as with the animalier. The masks open a new chapter, closer to dark expressiveness than to the poetic lightness of glass, revealing the originality of Anderson’s approach.
WHERE: Droogbak 16 1013 GG Amsterdam, The Netherlands

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The Moodboarders is a glance into the design world, which, in all of its facets, captures the extraordinary even within the routine. It is a measure of the times. It is an antenna sensitive enough to pick-up on budding trends, emerging talents and neglected aesthetics. Instead of essays, we use brief tales to tune into the rhythm of our world. We travelled for a year without stopping, and seeing as the memory of this journey has not faded, we have chosen to edit a printed copy. We eliminated anything episodic, ephemeral or fading, maintaining a variety of articles that flow, without losing the element of surprise, the events caught taking place, and the creations having just bloomed.