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While some of these hand-crafted plaster tiles, 6" x 8" x 1 1/4", are finished to a porcelain like quality, others are cracked with the look of weathered stone to create an aged look and feel. Each Memory Block incorporates a unique chunk of history in a very modern way. Memory Blocks are best displayed in wall-mounted groupings. They are easy to hang. No additional supports, braces or mounts are necessary. Sid Dickens' work is produced by a group of 30 young emerging artists in a studio space in Vancouver, BC. Each Memory Blocks is hand poured hydrostone plaster, all tiles are hand painted (the Iron Series requires 3 coats), silver and gold leafing is done by hand, and finally the Memory Blocks are hand stained. We consider each Memory Block a piece of art, there are over 5 people that do work on each one of them. There are many copies on the market, which have the look of being mass produced, as most of them are. The hours of work that go into creating each Memory Block make them each an individual collectible treasure. |
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Floating hearts Dealt on an intimate sea of love. |
Floating hearts Dealt on an intimate sea of love. |
When listening to a joyous song the soul itself becomes a melody unbound. |
A rustling memory, this wing, this fragment. Fallen to earth or rising upward, fast moving as thought. Floating us to that light and timeless home of angels. |
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Music marks a life. It is a secret inner motion. First note like a key, unlocking all the history of the heart. |
A rose, Lingering like the last long note, drawn from strings charming the night. |
Love, truth, friendship. Marked like an eternal blessing in the palm of your hand. |
"I would rather write 10,000 notes then a single letter of the alphabet." -L.V. Beethoven |
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The victory is yours. Every life a shining torch, burning bright and everlasting. |
Waiting for the poet's pen All the letters of the alphabet like a rosary of language. |
The eye follows ornament like the thread of a song. Hidden in enchanted rooms of lavish Italian villas. |
Winter is the season to dream the beginning. Like this great tree we are all rooted in one earth, ever changing, ever growing. |
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There is truth in fragments. Like a letter found in that antique chest. Treasured because it was a small piece of a loved one's heart. |
Life's center, heart and thorn, love and passion, Forever strong. |
May all the true arrows of your intent find their perfect center. |
A concerto invitation. Centuries ago, inscribed on a Venetian wall. |
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All the world is yours to command. |
As old as Persia, the ancient game of chess. As old as the world, the game of life. It's your move. |
Pawn your fear and gain the Kingdom. Play the game. |
Blessed with a woman's intuition all the world is yours to expand. |
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Ancient and ambiguous, pure and innocent, the fleur-de-lis is chosen as a promise of grace and immortality. |
Send your wish to a star and know the truth of miracles. |
Whimsy of the Elizabethan jester captured in the curl of ornament. |
Nothing in life is better than a good laugh. |
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A rustling memory, this wing, this fragment. Fallen to earth or rising upward, fast moving as thought. Floating us to that light and timeless home of angels. |
Reaching out the hand of love, god of music and medicine, poetry and prophecy. |
Like its own planet Paris revolves around love. Centuries of iron and stone repeating the ancient story. |
Bone white and black. Keys castings spells, rising and falling, like all the passions of the heart. |
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Paris, 18th Century Manuscript. Like a red jewel, shining in a treasury of botanicals, blooms this sensuous sprawl of peony, Chinese symbol of wealth. |
Flower and leaf adorn this fragment of a gateway. Fabled entry to the elusive fountain of youth. |
Strength and strategy; qualities for the king to play the game. |
Carved alabaster, intricate as the golden threads weaving a sultan's royal gown. |
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Inspired by the charm of an old French postage stamp, a wild rose and thorn sent across continents. |
You feel the wind stir this splendour of leaves. Nature's touch; connecting you, renewing you. |
O Noble Prince bear this token of my deepest love. For you dwell forever in the kingdom of my heart. |
For you, no dragon too difficult to slay, precious Princess. May you live happily ever after. |
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Flowering centre nestled in this swirl of leaves. Motion stilled in stone. |
Rescued from the depths of the ocean, this token of centuries gone by, shining now in the light of a new era. |
17th Century Paris. Found on the street of lost memories, the token of a noble family. |
Place your bet. Spin the wheel. Let the ball drop. |
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Marble poems, stem and blossom, bloom- ing once and forever. |
Crowning two hearts joined in true love. |
Rising from darkness to Blossom in perfection. The Lotus is an eastern symbol of wholeness and purity. |
Marble poems, stem and blossom, blooming once and forever. |
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You feel the wind stir this splendour of leaves. Nature's touch; connecting you, renewing you. |
Jade-eyed sisters sharing the longings of women. In time suspended. |
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