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Farm Girl Wannabe

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Robert Farrell/Farrell Silver

Although my heart has always been in the city (and by the sea), whenever we have occasion to drive through rural areas, I find myself hanging out the window, dog-like, looking for barns. Farm buildings have always given me the warm-and-fuzzies, though I can’t really explain why. Sure, they’re picturesque (at least from a distance), and there’s something culturally comforting about a farmhouse, but I suspect I’m mostly in love with them because I’ve never actually had to do any work in them. Enough about me.

Crafted of sterling, copper, and nickel, Robert Farrell’s one-of-a-kind farm building sculptures beautifully straddle the line between rustic and modern, and I want them all! The 1- to 2-foot tall sculptures are finished with ground-glass enamel and, occasionally, 23k gold leaf. The special enamel gives the buildings a very convincing weather-worn look, just like those barns that make me squeal and point and ooh from the car.

Farrell is adamantly committed, obsessed, really, with maintaining his hand-made, one-of-a-kind aesthetic.

“I maintain a true, one-person studio. Each piece that I create is designed and executed without assistants or production techniques, using only basic hand and power tools. All of the pieces that I produce begin as sheet metal and wire. The patterns that you see are inlays rather than surface applications. There is no lathe-work, no casting, no mass-production techniques of any kind.”

His pieces can be found in prestigious museums including The Smithsonian, the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and the V&A in London.  The talented Farrell also makes museum-worthy tabletop items and some very toothsome jewelry.

All images property of Robert Farrell/Farrell Silver.

Author: Donna from MyOBT

I have committed to spending part of every day looking for at least one beautiful thing, and sharing what I find with you lovelies!

9 thoughts on “Farm Girl Wannabe

  1. I love these! I love traditional American barns, the shape of them and that russet colour, so I am drawn to these for that reason. I like the exaggerated proportions of them too. I lived the rural idyll for ten years but I am not a country girl really. I like the convenience of urban/suburban life and the access to things like museums and art galleries too much. I do need to get out into the middle of nowhere ever so often, however, in order to decompress.

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  2. I am a vitreous enamelist; these knock me out! Wonderful!

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  3. Big crush on these, especially the towers. Thanks for sharing them, and your eye for beauty in many forms.

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  4. Donna,

    After reading your post about the artist who creates intricately designed bowls from storm fallen trees (which I loved to see and read about. Thank you for that post!), I dropped down a bit on your blog to read this one.

    The sculptures of the silos brought back memories of my childhood, when my mother would drive us from our home in Memphis southeast to the antebellum town where she grew up, Columbus, Mississippi. My grandfather’s place was out in what is known as the Black Prairie and why that land is named that is obvious during the times of the years when the fields are turned and the rich soil becomes visible, rich and black.

    That drive back in the 60s and early 70s, before the two lane roads had been widened, took us forever it seemed. My child’s mind took in each little town set around its courthouse -some were truly one red light towns – before we were back again driving past fields of cotton with rows that stretched all the way to the horizon.

    That was the part of the drive through the Mississippi Delta, and if you’ve never been, the monotony of cotton, cotton and more cotton is only occasionally broken by the view of big antebellum house and its nearby a cotton gin.

    Now to the silos…they would appear once we left the flat delta and headed into the prairie lands growing beans and corn. If I had dozed off by then the Pontiac’s under carriage being pelted by red gravel on the road to my grandfather’s place always roused me. My freedom from the hot car was nearing and I would count off the grain silos on the farms of my cousins until finally the one I loved the most appeared above the line of oak trees in the field by the barn on my grandfather’s land .

    I look forward to what you’ll have for us tomorrow!

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