Slouching Sculpture Forward
What distinguishes her work is a maturity of form. These sculptures do not read as demonstrations of ceramic possibility. They read as sculpture, full stop. Clay feels fully digested into the thinking.
Delirious Mix
This month, my studio playlist is all about setting a soulful, inspired atmosphere to dive into new work as the days get shorter. It’s a blend of moody melodies, vintage vibes, and laid-back beats—each track chosen to hold space for both focus and creative flow.
Fox Hole Prayers & Freedom Fries
At moments like these, I’ve been feeling nostalgic for the sounds that played on the radio of my childhood growing up in the 1970s and 80s.
Pagans
Press Release: Andrew Cornell Robinson’s Ceramics Featured in the exhibition The Pagans: Effigies, Graven Images & Sublime Enchantments FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE January 9, 2025 New York, NY — Artist Andrew Cornell Robinson is excited to announce that his new ceramics series, Confabulations, Fantabulosas, Las Monstras, is featured in the exhibition …
Fantabulous
The holidays are upon us, and I simply must share a little something that’s been filling my studio with that certain je ne sais quoi. It’s a playlist, darling, brimming with jazzy delights and groovy treasures, all the better to conjure the warm glow of a cocktail party at the …
Soliloquy, a conversation with an echo
The transcript of a conversation between Andrew Cornell Robinson and ChatGPT on 12th October 2024. Andrew Cornell Robinson: good morning ChatGPT: Good morning, Andrew! How’s everything going? ACR: good. how about you? ChatGPT: I’m doing well, thanks! Glad to hear your day’s going well too. Anything exciting on your agenda …
Flâneur in NYC, Autumn
An eclectic playlist that embodies the experience of wandering through the streets of New York City in autumn, my favorite time of year in this city we call home. Autumn in New York City brings with it a sense of clarity. Walking through the city’s neighborhoods, I encounter a cacophony …
Summer Rain
In the sticky grip of summer’s heat,We ran, wild through cornfields tall,Sky stretching wide, endless and neat,Rain clouds creeping, a quiet call. The breeze, a whisper, cool and sweet,Promising relief from the day’s embrace,We sought the barn, a swift retreat,Breathless, hearts in a racing chase. The first soft taps, a …