The shy, reclusive and self taught maker of shadow boxes and experimental films, Joseph Cornell , rarely left New York State, with the exception of a few college years in Andover, Mass, spending most of his life in a modest house in the beautifully named Utopia Parkway, Queens, caring for his mother and disabled brother. His artwork is filled with a yearning for the unobtainable ; birds with their freedom of flight, glamorous movie stars and ballerinas as the source of passionate, platonic romances and especially travel to the most luxurious and wondrous locations.
Hotels are a common feature of his shadow boxes, miniature visions of rest stops and trysting places for artistic, mythological and astrological archetypes as they travel through the starry Empyrean and the wastes of infinity.
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Thank you, they are indeed wonderful.
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These are wonderful. The mind will travel where the body cannot.
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So very true…imagination knows no boundaries
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I love the dream like quality of Cornell’s shadow boxes, I imagine this craft was an escape from what seems a dreary and rather dull life.It is interesting to imagine clandestine love affairs and what better place than hotels where privacy is paramount. I think this artwork and the way is protected in boxes behind glass says a lot about the artist. Lovely post.
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Thank you Miss Heart I am particularly fond of Joseph Cornell and I love the dream like quality. He had to escape but what an escape!
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Indeed. A fascinating artist.
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You know I like the unjustly neglected, I have a soft spot for rogues and reprobates and tarts with golden hearts and waifs and strays.
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I do too, my heart goes out to each andi every one 😊 this artist’s work is particularly affecting , there is a loneliness about the boxed hotels under glass.
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Loneliness and an infinite yearning. Cornell saw himself as a white magician (although taken up by the Surrealists, he thought, along with Mina Loy, that there was something black magicky about them) and he did manage to transmute the lead of experience into the gold of art.
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What seems an intense yearning is coveyed through his form af artwork, intentional or pure serendipity.
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There are no accidents in life Miss Heart, serendipity is just manifestation of concealed intentions.
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So dark Mr. Cake, let me have my serendipity.
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Ah now I feel mean. Of course you can have your serendipity, I just like to pose as an exterminating angel, because I do dark quite well.
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Indeed 🙂
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You are too indulgent Miss Heart.
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If I enjoy why not?
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Why not indeed.
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I also like these very much. I think the Pink Palace might also be L’Hotel de Ville (surrealist joke?).
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I think you are right Roger…those Surrealists with their jokes! I love Cornell’s work.
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Me too. I only know it through you (belated thanks). Boxes within boxes.
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A lesson in infinity
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I keep coming back to these. They are so delicate and touching. They remind me of late nights in Paris, as a teenager, wandering the streets, and wondering about the shadowy lights and dim interiors.
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That is a lovely description Roger. They are indeed delicate and touching.
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Thank you my friend!
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