This month I’m working at a publishing house. So in an ode to the written words poured out into the books surrounding me in the office, I have decided to take a look at what books currently have me hooked.
‘So come up to the lab. And see what’s on the slab.
I see you shiver with antici… pation!’ Continue reading
Me with Joseph Cornell’s Setting for a Fairytale (far left), 1942
“All children, except one, grow up.” Joseph Cornell did not grow up. In fact he supposedly only entered adolescence when he was in his 60s. He was the living Peter Pan who remained a child for most of his life. Cornell is a fascinating artist. Fascinating through his character, his creativity, his imagination. Fascinating for the imaginary alternate life he created and and nested in through the magical boxes he created.
It was my university lecturer Carol Mavor who introduced me to Cornell as being like Peter Pan. She writes about art through a fairytale tinted lens; so enthusiastic in her research that it’s all engrained in some dark forest in my head. So I’m foraging through my memories of her teaching me and further into the compelling character of Joseph Cornell. Continue reading