Fisherman Hook Candle Holder

Fisherman Hook Candle HolderFisherman Hook reveals itself as foreign, almost alien like. The piece seems to have been recovered from the bottom of the ocean on a lost planet. It is generative in the sense that it accidentally opens a narrative. An object that generates a fissure from which fantasy spills into reality. Informing an imaginative play and creating a scenography from a parallel fiction. Fisherman Hook is part of a limited series of unique objects that integrate the

Fisherman Hook reveals itself as foreign, almost alien-like.

The piece seems to have been recovered from the bottom of the ocean on a lost planet. It is generative in the sense that it accidentally opens a narrative. An object that generates a fissure from which fantasy spills into reality. Informing an imaginative play and creating a scenography from a parallel fiction. Fisherman Hook is part of a limited series of unique objects that integrate the use of upcycled electroplating rods. These rods, regularly used for submerging metal items into chrome baths, pile up residue through the years which results in heavy conglomerates of copper, nickel, and chrome. Byproducts of an industrial process but which remit to organic coral-like formations.

In the studio, we have been concerned for more than a year now about recovering these discarded rods from chrome plating workshops. The material is difficult to work with because it is a conglomeration of different metals that cannot weld together. The material’s limitations in a sense dictated the object's form. We could only work with the rods by creating rudimentary joints. This made for an uneven object; a crooked hook, with a coral texture and industrial shine. A hook that acts as a pseudo prop and opens narrative paths that are unwrapped into an entire storyline. A hook that holds a candle an umbrella, a hat, a coat. Here is a short story about its first owner: He learned patience as a young man. Subdued to the ocean's will he would wait. An old sailor and fisherman cursed in a land-lock had taken refuge in a small service room apartment he barely ever left. He had found a kind of maternal security in his isolated castration. Increasingly he would experience senile sickness. A dizziness he welcomed, as it reminded him of his days at sea. It was only until the waves of pathological ebb and flow turned into a gale that he found himself in a hospital waiting room. He would sit and wait. Holding his cane as he once did his fishing rod. His hospital visits were only precautionary but ever more frequent, nevertheless, there was never a need to see a doctor. He would only sit and wait. Treated by the waiting room. Exercising patience until the storm passed and his mind again settled on a light-headed float.

Panorammma is a furniture design atelier based in Mexico City that seeks to redefine our relationship with functional objects through experimentation with materials and form.