First And Last Images In This Group* — « Líber », Coderch & Malavia, 74 Cm., 2020.

First and last images in this group* — « Líber », Coderch & Malavia, 74 cm., 2020.

Some notes on this piece (because it intrigued me):

Joan Coderch (1959- ) and Javier Malavia (1970- ) are Valencia-based sculptors who have been working together in a collaborative partnership known as Coderch & Malavia since 2015 (1, 2). Their Instagram account identifies this sculpture as a 2020 work in white and brown patinated bronze called « Líber » (3), probably signifying “free” in Valencian Catalan. The sculpture stands 78 centimeters (30.75 inches) tall and was produced as “Li[í?]ber (White)” in an edition of eight (4). In addition to the 8-piece edition in white and brown patina, the sculptors also apparently produced an edition of eight, “Li[í?]ber (Black),” in bronze with black patina (5, 6).

* When I first encountered this reblogged post, only the very first image showed. The other sculptures are (from top to bottom): « El tejido del tiempo (Tissue of Time) », “Clio’s Dream,” “The Flight of the Swan,” “Haiku,” and “Moonlight Shadow.”

1. https://www.coderchmalavia.com/en/about-us/

2. https://mymodernmet.com/coderch-malavia-figurative-sculptures/

3. https://www.instagram.com/p/CDLj52Jnm27/?igshid=fsbjzoc42ean

4. https://www.galeriemokum.com/artists/31-coderch-%26-malavia/works/1111-coderch-malavia-liber-white-2020/

5. https://test.artcld.com/art/liber-black-patina-by-coderch-malavia

6. https://www.sothebys.com/en/buy/interiors/art/_liber-4f8b

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Frozen In Time.Spanish Sculptors, Coderch & Malavia.

Frozen in Time.Spanish Sculptors, Coderch & Malavia.

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