|I've got the patience to see that you Drown|
|Tell Me That Your Heart Will Go On When I Break It|
|Well, I have the Key, Now I just Need to Find the Lock|
|Treat Me Like a Malady|
|Some Memories Aren't Meant to Leave Traces|
|My Only Regret is That I Couldn't Hold More Fireworks|
|I'm Always Running Down The Way Up And I Fail To Notice That I'm Headed For The Ground|
|Trapped In The Rules Of A Virtuous King|
Alessandro Morosani, better known as Sonz, grew up in a rural section of northwestern Connecticut, where he was no stranger to hands-on learning, or artful expression. His first encounter with silversmithing did not take place until his senior year of high school at Proctor Academy, for which he was awarded the Senior Metalsmithing Award. Later, when Sonz moved to Asheville, NC, he found classes at Earthspeak Arts and then rented studio space where he could continue making jewelry and develop his passion for the medium. Sonz then enrolled in the jewelry program at Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, NY, in 2008. He was awarded the 2012 prize for Outstanding Use of Stones and Design Excellence. He then rented studio space from Brooklyn Metal Works to continue making his art, and he enrolled in their beginners goldsmithing class.
Sonz transforms metals into gaudy harmony that invites the viewer into the microcosmic world of each individual work, stating that, “My pieces are over the top fluid spectacles.” A finished work is one that combines visual aesthetics and form, which begs the question, “How did you make this?” Fire is his process and inspiration comes from mythology, fantasy, or ancient mystery, combined with Rococo shapes and Abstract forms. Techniques include reticulated, fused, or manipulated metal incorporated with cast or found objects and uncommon stones. These components are assembled as though they are puzzle pieces waiting to be made whole. Sonz’s work is a manifestation of instinct, intuition, and imagination, with absurd abstraction creating other worldly ornamentation.
|Sliding Into Danger As If It Were A Pair Of Fuzzy Slippers|