FIORI BELLI

SCULTURA DI MODA

ROBE "FIORI BELLI" - "KNOSPE"

 

VISUAL ART - MIXED MEDIA  - COLLAGE

WORK IN PROGRESS - CURRENT PROJECT

ROBE "FIORI BELLI" AND ROBE "KNOSPE"  FOR THE ART PROJECT  GIARDINO SEGRETO

 

Autumn / Fall   (Muse Romy)
Autumn / Fall (Muse Romy)

 

Der Herbst ist der Frühling des Winters.

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

 

THE DRESS AS/IN ART

 

 

The artist, TINA CASSATI, designs and makes alone all Dresses (projects "sculpture le mode" & "giardino di arte" & the new project "giardino segreto") and costumes, ruffs, hats-, bags-, shoes- and jewelryobjects into modern surreale artworlds (installation, photography, illustration). 

 

She sews, crochets, knits, draws and photographs (mixedmedia and collage).

 She does not care about genres. Her work is influenced by Renaissance, Baroque, Traditional Clothing (Folk Costumes) fairy tales. To her, fashion is fine art.

 

Tina Cassati is very inspired of historical and particularly of Elizabethan costumes, eastern clothes, fairy tale, folklore as well as from the picture language of the Renaissance. The love for costume and before all to the theatre affects its work much. The fusion of philosophy, symbolism and different rituals from the past and the present as well as stories inspire the work of Tina Cassati, paired the whole with visions of the future.

 

Tina Cassati designs and creates no fashion collections, but only individual creations for their art projects (unikates).  

 FASHION as ART FORM - "Die Welt braucht mehr Phantasie" Salvador Dali

 

 

Wenn Blumen, gleichgültig welcher Farben und Formen, zusammenstehen,

kann niemals ein Bild der Disharmonie entstehen.

Vincent van Gogh

 

 

Da draußen rauscht der Regen,

Der Wind braust überm Land;

Doch leise webt den Segen

Des neuen Lenzens Band.

 

Sie lockt aus Strauch und Bäumen

Der Knospen grünen Schein.

Sie schmückt mit lichten Säumen

Der Wälder düstre Reih’n.

 

Sie webt schon an dem Kleide

Der stillen Erdenbraut

Die bald zu aller Freude

Dem Frühling wird getraut.

 

Mag jetzt der Sturm nur tosen.

Er knickt die Hoffnung nicht.

Bald winken uns die Rosen.

Und blüh’n Vergissmeinnicht.

 

Emerenz Meier

1874-1928