Tess, Chris, Tyron, Agnes –– each one of Hugh Findletar’s exuberant glass busts has a name. A multi-media artist, (he’s a photographer by trade) Findletar turned to glass when he moved to Italy 23 years ago and discovered Murano and its glass blowers. Ancient Greece, Eritrea and the Roman Empire are areas of great interest, and a love of horticulture travels through his work, too. Jamaican-born, the legends, traditions colours and characters of the Caribbean are infused into everything he creates. Filled with fresh blooms, they’re all so fabulously eccentric.

It was this floral mural that first drew me to Nathalie Lété‘s whimsical world. Dense with dragonflies, gourds, flowers and fungi, it brings magic and whimsy to the rooms it adorns. Now, imagine an entire house, where every inch of wall is covered in Lété’s creations. This has been the French artist’s quarantine project, to paint her walls à la Bloomsbury Group. The tiles, the curtains, every cushion, rug and throw, is painted on by Lété. Even the furniture and doors are covered in birds and fields of wild flowers. Nature, Folk art, Zalipie houses, and Moroccan souks are all inspirations. Have a look around. It’s another world.

I’ve written about Brooklyn artist, Wayne Pate here before, but his new tile designs for British bathroom designer, Balineum are too fabulous not to share. Pate’s exuberant style translates beautifully to tiles, and I can only imagine the whimsy and play that they’d bring to a loo. I’m crazy about the blue tulips ––how fabulous for a kitchen backsplash –– and his thick black squiggles are brilliant, also. If I could snag just one, I’d frame it and call it a day.

I’ve collected shells all my life. As a kid, I kept all my hundreds of shells in glass bowls in the bathroom. These days, they’re scattered all over the place, in my pockets, at the bottom of most of my bags and inside every bowl and basket I own. My daughter, Luma has a similar love of shells, and together we comb beaches for cockles, shark eyes and angels wings. When I came across Lucie de Moyencourt‘s beautiful ceramics shells, immediately, I pictured dozens of them all over our bathroom wall. They are so delicate, and I love her bold colours and pretty patterns. ““I will be making shells out of ceramics for the rest of my life,” she writes on her website. “So if you do not find enough shells here, do not panic! (#shelllavie) I am already making the next wave!” 

Of all the decisions we made, it was the kitchen sink that proved the hardest. And the kitchen taps. I dreamed in brass for weeks. I’d fantasized about A DeVOL marble sink for a long time, but that wasn’t to be. The one we ended up with –– a large Roman bath of a sink –– is fabulously impractical and I love it. I still stop to snoop every time I see a DeVol kitchen though. So warm, so charming, so English. This kitchen here is actually in a country house in Sweden, and all the many shades of wood make it feel so cozy. Hygge! There’s truly nothing I don’t love about this kitchen. To cook here, or to be cooked for, would be a delight.

Kerryn Levy‘s ceramic vases and candlesticks have a life of their own, like coral or branches of a tree. I find her shapes so interesting, and a natural palette of soil, sand, ivory and black highlights form and texture. Levy’s menorah is so beautiful, as is this pair of dancing vases. The vases below are both elegant and crude, simple, and yet complicated. Fluid and tight. And all that from a lump of mud.

I like the combination of colours in Nicki Nelius‘ paintings. The Canadian-born, Aussie-based artist mixes teals and terracottas, delicate pinks with zingy yellows, rich mustard with olive green. Her still lives are playful and loose in composition. There is a tower of peppers, plums and apples that caught my eye, so simple, such bold colours. I can imagine a trio of them, sitting on a kitchen wall, drenched in rays of morning sun.