Is it unrefined of me to say that these painted rocks by a guy named Nicolas Party were some of my favorite things that I saw at The Independent today in Chelsea?
I don’t think the photo quite does them justice, as their entire shape dictated which fruit it would become, and how that fruit would be sliced and presented. Which I find entirely amusing. As an added bonus, the fruit rocks became even more endearing to me when I learned that they were rocks discovered in Manhattan—local rocks, if you will. Nicolas paints rocks in the cities to which he travels, which may be purposeful, or may be because it’d be a pain in the ass to fly rocks to and fro to shows for people like me to either covet or ridicule.
When I discovered, to my dismay, that most of the fruit rocks had been sold by the time I had inquired about pricing (not that I can afford to buy painted rocks willy-nilly for $1500+) the exhibitor consoled me by whipping out his iPhone to show me that there were other oranges still available at The Swiss Institute in Soho. Which means I’ll be going there tomorrow to ogle the other oranges and sundry fruits.
I’ll also be on the lookout for rocks in Queens with fruit rock potential with the intention of replicating these works of art that have so captured my heart.