Alice Waese, 27, traded Toronto’s east end for London’s some years ago, studying fine art at Goldsmith’s before launching her line of “artisanal objects.” These include: silver bits of jewellery so delicate and raw they look materialized, not made; washed leather bags in minimal, rough-edged shapes; knits with the texture of cirrus clouds. The former Jeremy Laing apprentice sells these soft sculptures at R.A.D. on Dundas West; go see. But first, spy on Waese at work, deep in her Shoreditch aerie.
Waese has just published a book of her spidery pretty drawings called THOSE THAT ARE.
In back of the book a gold tooth is nestled in a secret compartment–awaiting its fairy, I guess.
Bones, ready to be cast in precious metals, assemble under a pair of old leather boots, alongside assorted tools.
Carved wax for casting; a moth.
Miscellany.
More drawings.
Alice says hello.
