1969 was a year of changes…

It was during this year that Aniello Schettino embarked on a journey that developed into a lifelong labor of love. In 1969 he opened Aniello Designer Craftsman, a small metalsmithing studio in Northern New Jersey. Aniello’s creative vision was steeped in the experiences of his life in Greenwich Village during the American crafts revival that began in the late 1950s. In his shop, Aniello developed a body of work that soon established his tiny studio as an outpost and destination in the contemporary jewelry modernist movement. Artigiano continues this tradition by creating a product that is more than simply jewelry. Each piece from our collection is a work of wearable art, a miniature sculpture designed to delight and fascinate.

At Artigiano (Artisan in Italian), Aniello’s daughter Andrea creates a magical world in handmade metal art jewelry. The artist’s hand is in every step of the process. In an era where most of the products used in our daily lives are mass produced with little regard to the consequences for our environment, culture, and quality of life, Artigiano offers a different perspective. So take a few minutes to visit.  Come in, get to know us in the stories and images; browse our shop and perhaps uncover a treasure to last a lifetime.

The designs that comprise the viewpoint you’ll find here are all original works by Andrea.  Some are one-offs, only available as one of a kind explorations. Others are the artist’s interpretation of time honored themes, produced in limited quantities, each finished one at a time.  Very few exist in an inventory of more than one or two at a time, due to the time and care required to produce each piece.  Orders are carefully packaged, managed, and set out on their way individually and with the same careful attention afforded each step of the creative process.

Our commitment to the world of the artisan is thriving, with beautiful results. . .  we’re certain you’ll agree.

welcome to the latest chapter

Things are looking a little different around here. Change is hard.

After over a decade of blogging and interacting with you on our wordpress website, it’s time to reinvent and adapt for the ever changing world of devices and communications. This means leaving behind some stories, messages, and images that can be a little hard to say goodbye to. They will be archived, packed away, at least for now. But soon, with new tales to tell, this revised destination will feel like home, just like the new workshop here in the Hudson Valley.

I hope you will find this new portal easier, reliable, and accessible. As time moves forward, it will hold new dreams and ideas and will quickly become the next dogeared volume of my virtual scrapbook that began years ago. Some of those old topics will reappear, perhaps with a long view.

Come by for a mini break, a moments pause, but remember that this ephemeral space is not much more than an imagining. Be real in the world. That’s why I make stuff. . . to hold in my hand, solid. And so that you can too.

about me

Artigiano isn’t a company, it’s more like an idea. An art project, a library, a memory piece. It’s tiny, just me and some help from friends and family on occasion. If it looks bigger, that’s because I made a career out of graphic design and marketing communications before I began hand making jewelry. So I care about how things look and what the message is. As far as the message, it’s one of a lifetime. My dad did this work before me and we believed that there should be room in this life for the making of things, and that they could be shared, that not everything is fast, and that most often not so very much can be quite enough.

If you’re new to artigiano and wish to learn more, you can find a bit of history in this early blog story. But mostly, when you view these pages, my hope is that the difference is apparent. And if you think so, then perhaps you’ve found a place worth visiting ; ).

A peaceful oasis in a dessert of commercialism.”

-the New York Times describes Aniello’s in 1981 in the Artist-Craftsmen series by Patricia Malarcher