As a child, Ian Stone gravitated towards beautiful, stylish, and kitschy objects. He spent a large portion of his childhood at his grandparents’ house, filled with dusty tchotchkes and elegant Victorian antiques, squandering hours alone with these otherworldly objects, developing a sensibility for decorative camp.
He writes, “I would run my finger along a pair of bronze horses or satin lampshades and watch the dust lift and settle atop a porcelain ballerina figurine below. I would arrange and rearrange a collection of plastic fruit in a wicker bowl, discovering endless configurations. The ultimate fantasy was imagining how I would display this collection of (seemingly) invaluable heirlooms in my someday home. I now own these objects, and I have found a home for them in my painting.”