Campana Means Bell So It Made Sense That The Campana Brothers Made Some Bells


Friday evening we crashed our way over to what some (the Tart, in particular) refer to (unironically) as The Best Store In The World. We, being beyond impoverished, can’t personally attest, but we do like Moss. The man, the myth, the macher. We were nominally there for the opening of the Campana di Campana (get it?) exhibition, up in the front space now. We were still a little too addled from the night before to thoroughly process everything, and were in the middle of trying to make friends with all the lovely people who showed up, including Aric Chen, Paola Antonelli, Pilar Viladas, Chee Pearlman, and a chick with the most badass brass knuckle jewelry EVER. Not to mention the doorman, who founded cuddle parties and tried to convince us of their merit. Unlikely. But we figured out that the work involved handblown glass bells and a lot of rope. A nice mix of rough and refined, with the added bonus of extreme sonic clunk-tacity with a couple of the thicker objects. Moss explains:

175 unique mouth-blown crystal bells of diverse size, composition and sound, incorporating surprising elements native both to these artists’ unexpected way of thinking as well as to their beloved Brazil, installed in Moss Gallery to create a horizontal campanile (bell tower) to be rung joyously during this holiday season.

We totally wanted to as-joyously-as-possible ring them, and were having a nice chat with Humberto Campana about the fact that we were actually supposed to play with it, but every time we got too close we could see Murray getting a little nervous. Must not have been childproofed.

The exhibition will be on view through December 18. All pieces are made available, individually, for sale.

Of course they are.

Moss Gallery, 146 Greene Street at Houston.