MASTER CASTER | Hone, with his dog, Basil, seated in front of the Hone Exchange at LASSCO gallery's Three Pigeons branch, opened in 2012.
Peter Hone at The Hone Exchange
Made to Measure
By ALEXA BRAZILIAN
Peter Hone
"ASKING HOW MANY PLASTER CASTS I've
made in my life is like asking how many peas one's podded in the pea
factory," says Peter Hone, an artist, classical art collector and antiques
dealer. "Stand still long enough and you'll be cast!"
Referred to by English interiors buffs as
the "Hone museum," Hone's small but decorated-to-the-gills flat in
London's Ladbroke Square—which he has occupied for half a century, recently in
the company of Basil, his Jack Russell terrier—brims with hundreds of
cast-plaster reproductions and the antiquities from his celebrated collection
that inspired them. In his living room, Hellenic marble busts and original
masks of Keats and Voltaire mingle with casts of keystones from historical
building façades. Flower-shaped architectural roundels molded from purple and
pink resin—another medium in which Hone likes to work—hang from the windows,
catching the late-afternoon sun like stained glass.
A true tweed-clad, dog-hair-covered English
eccentric, 74-year-old Hone has resurrected something of a lost art with his
work. Making plaster-cast reproductions of important sculptures began in the
16th century and first became popular in the early 19th century, when few
people could afford to travel to see the original works. Museums throughout
Europe and America
commissioned plaster and electrotype copies of monuments and sculptures so
facsimiles could be exhibited and enjoyed more widely. But the practice fell
out of favor in the early 20th century, when plaster reproductions came to be
seen as inferior substitutes to original artworks, and many were put into
storage or even destroyed.
Hone, however, believes plaster casting is
a satisfying art form, not to mention a somewhat irreverent way to enjoy
history. "I always liked plaster casts better than the originals," he
explains. Gazing at Hone's many lily-white creations—a bust of the Roman
goddess Diana; a pair of sphinx figurines modeled on the late 18th-century
originals; an 18.5-inch-high cast of a panel from a Roman sarcophagus Hone used
to keep on his dining room table—you begin to see his point. While authentic
sculpture in one's home can feel, as Hone likes to put it, "a bit in your
face and up your nose," his playful casts feel infinitely less serious
when placed atop a mantle or mounted on a wall. "They're not expensive and
well... they're there!" he says. "It's marvelous."
Born of modest means in Liverpool ,
Hone dropped out of school when he was 14. Among other professions, he's been a
chef aboard the British Rail ("I wanted to be eating the bloody stuff, not
cooking it!") and a custodian at several small museums in London ("The uniforms were absolutely
beautiful"). In the '60s and '70s, he owned a successful antiques business
in North London specializing in four-poster
beds. "I sold beds to i the top people: The Beatles, the Rolling Stones,
the aristocracy," he says. In the late '80s he ran a garden and
architectural antiques store with the philanthropist and collector Lord Jacob
Rothschild, for whom he is also an art consultant. It was in this last
incarnation that Hone "Honed in" (as he loves to say) on plaster casting,
buying up copious amounts of an outdoor weatherproof material called Coade
stone for use in the shop. He now offers many of his casts in this same
water-resistant medium, though he's since taken to calling it "Hone
stone."
Until recently, his two-story flat had also
served as his studio. "I was so overloaded with molds I couldn't get into
bed, you see," he says. Hone's friend Anthony Reeve—managing director of
the popular London architectural salvage and supply company LASSCO—came to the
rescue last spring, offering him a work and show space at Three Pigeons,
LASSCO's branch in rural Oxfordshire. There, in a courtyard where rescued gems
like old bell-tower wheels and bright-green prison doors are for sale, Hone
displays his work in a tiny brick cottage that used to be a telephone repeater
station. Acting as a kind of live catalog, the hut, which has been dubbed The
Hone Exchange, contains a wide range of his casts, which he can reproduce in
about three weeks if they are not already in stock. The shack also contains
examples of his newest obsession: glowing plaster sconces and sculptural
appliqués made from imprints of giant leaves Hone finds in friends' gardens.
Pieces from the Exchange are available to order on the LASSCO Web site. This
latest surge of exposure is sure to make Hone's revitalized relics accessible
not only to a privileged few but, as plaster casts were originally meant, to
everyone.
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