During the 1950’s produced several boxes in the Hotel De L’Etoile series. The word etoile means star and the boxes play with the double meaning of star, the ones in the sky and the ones of the stage and screen. Both kinds were equally unattainable for Cornell, despite several intense platonic relationship with ballerinas; yet he remained a devoted and lucid observer of the night-sky, ballet and movies.
The above box from the series features a cut-out from a girlie magazine, slightly obscured by a singular column. The glass is blue, Cornell’s favourite colour along with white, a shade of blue that evokes sex, melancholy and a luscious eternal night.
I’m so glad you followed up the previous post about Cornell. This blue is the perfect color of a moonlit/starlit night. And if you cannot travel in person, why not travel in spirit?
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Agreed. If Cornell had been able to travel (he couldn’t because of his family circumstances) and hadn’t be so shy with the ladies, his art would have been completely different, if it existed at all. Glad you enjoyed.
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And perhaps his art enclosed in boxes reflected his closed in life? I enjoyed very much.
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Definitely it can be seen as a metaphor for his boxed in life, yet it formed and shaped his art.
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There’s such a ‘paradox’ with artists and their art. I whirl this around in my head all the time. The factors that combine to make great art, music, literature, often make the artist in real life sad, mad, miserable… so would they trade a bit of their art for a bit of contentment? Happiness? And then paradoxically, the thing that results, these marvelous creations wouldn’t be possible otherwise and then would that lead to discontentment? The loss of expression, of creativity? What if you couldn’t write anymore but life was easy? You know what I mean?Around it goes – the serpent chases his tail.
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It’s a big question what takes precedence art or life? Their is a movie from the 40’s called the Red Shoes that deals with ballet and at one point the impresario tells the prime ballerina, life is so unimportant, you only live to dance. Well that is a bit extreme, but that is the argument in a nutshell.
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In the case of the dancer the future is rather brief. When they are no longer able to dance. 😦
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it is a very good movie, it is a british movie from just after WWI, an entertainment during all the austerity. It comes down on the side of art.
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I’ll try and find it. I believe my thinking sways towards that outcome as well. Maybe not to the extreme but definitely to that side of middle.
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Ooh I have always loved Cornell! We have some of his work here at the Art Institute in Chicago. Amazing stuff 🙂
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I love to see them. I love Cornell work as well. An American original was Cornell.
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I alway learn something different from you. Thanks Cake.
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No problem, thank you Miss Daisy glad you enjoyed.
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Beautiful piece, and I am unfamiliar with the artist. How lovely to express the heart’s desire to travel the world, using inspired hands to bring this dream into reality.
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Indeed. He was unable to travel because he cared for his brother who had cerebral palsy for his entire life and later his mother. He was a reclusive and shy man who was more comfortable in the company of women. He was quite successful as an artist however and the surrealists, abstract expressionists and the pop artist would all visit him. John Lennon and Yoko Ono were also visitors. His work is indeed beautiful, modern and yet accessible.
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So interesting, and I have since looked into his work and story. I am surprised that I don’t remember him from my art history courses. Certainly a magical and other worldliness to his creation. Cheers, friend!
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No problem I am glad you enjoyed and sort out more about Cornell
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Reading the comments is often as educational as reading the post! Time well spent, pottering around the Mr. Cake Shop and Meg’s Bakery. As for exchanging happiness for art: no way. Some of us can only write from the bottom of that well and in most cases (admittedly not all) the writing is paramount.
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The cake shop I like that. Hmmm, I can see arguments on both sides for this, but happiness writes white in the end.
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Another wonderful post Mr. Cake. Cornell’s work is stunning, his work displays a longing that he was unable to fulfill. There’s a mad beauty you can’t deny, to the eerie darkness that is the night.
~ Miss Cranes
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Thank you for the kind comments. This one inspired me to be a bit more poetic than factual, hopefully the post doesn’t suffer too much. He was a true original in my opinion, the longing is what makes the art.
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You’re welcome Mr. Cake.
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Perhaps great art is created by some sort of neglected or indulged emotion or emotions, just my thought.
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Agreed I just commented on your wonderful new piece.
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Alas, are we all artists? I see your comment, thank you, I shall reply to your lovely comment in a little bit.
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Are we, that is a very good question. I am feeling a little bleak at the moment and not too sure of anything at the moment, lest of all my artistic capabilities, if any. But everyone is in some respect an artist.
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Yes truly, Mr. Cake, everyone is indeed an artist of their own decree.
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i decree, i like that.
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I hope that you had a chuckle.
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A demonic laugh
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