The Apple of Knowledge
The unique silver object is a symbol of imperfection, transience, extinction, but also of the cycle of life.
The model for this work was an apple from my apple tree, which I found almost completely eaten through by wasps and light as a feather.
I was so fascinated by the apple that I decided to model it and capture its casting in silver.
The name Apple of Knowledge refers to our lifelong discovery of a life not that is not lived as smoothly as we thought when we left the
warmth of our parental nest. This apple isn't perfect; it doesn't have a smooth skin to bite into, just as life isn't always sweet.
Apples that we don't eat fall to the ground and rot, but at the same time they serve as food for animals, insects, and the soil, where, in a
year, the apple tree will bloom again and produce new apples. Everything is part of a cycle and has meaning.
The Apple of Knowledge object is a kind of small memento mori.
It is a one-of-a-kind piece.
material: silver Ag 925/100
weight: 193g
dimensions: 60 x 60 x 70mm
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Hanuš Lamr's metal objects are inspired exclusively by nature. With the enthusiasm of an explorer, he brings into focus the delicate shape
of flowers, twigs and other natural objects which, cast in metal, reveal their finest details. The task of the artist is not to succumb to the
temptation to improve upon a natural design, but to be guided by its structure, and, with a sense of respect for its immutable perfection, to
render a coda. Rather than jewelry in the traditional sense of the word, these objects are a kind of sacrament. He immerses fragile
honeycombs, dry leaves, fruits and twigs or swollen chestnut blossoms in wax, then casts them in silver or bronze. The original model burns
away during casting, so each result is unique, without the possibility of replication. Fragile metal artefacts are created, conjoined in a surreal
fusion, sometimes supplemented with glass shards or stones. Hanuš Lamr transforms leftover fragments of authentic natural materials into
relics embodying the age-old, futile desire to immortalize the ephemeral, to touch the untouchable: intactum tangere.
text: Terezia Zemánková
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