do you remember the "joseph cornell-style" art boxes from william gibson's count zero? they always fascinated me-- your collages remind me of them in some ways:
"But Marly was lost in the box, in its evocation of impossible distances, of loss and yearning. It was somber, gentle, and somehow childlike. It contained seven objects.
The slender fluted bone, surely formed for flight, surely from the wing of some large bird. Three archaic circuit boards, faced with mazes of gold. A smooth white sphere of baked clay. An age-blackened fragment of lace. A finger-length segment of what she assumed was bone from a human wrist, grayish white, inset smoothly with the silicon shaft of a small instrument that must once have ridden flush with the surface of the skin-- but the thing's face was seared and blackened.
The box was a universe, a poem, frozen on the boundaries of human experience."
do you remember the "joseph cornell-style" art boxes from william gibson's count zero? they always fascinated me-- your collages remind me of them in some ways:
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loss and yearning. It was somber, gentle, and somehow childlike. It
contained seven objects.
The slender fluted bone, surely formed for flight, surely from the wing of
some large bird. Three archaic circuit boards, faced with mazes of gold. A
smooth white sphere of baked clay. An age-blackened fragment of lace. A
finger-length segment of what she assumed was bone from a human wrist,
grayish white, inset smoothly with the silicon shaft of a small instrument
that must once have ridden flush with the surface of the skin-- but the
thing's face was seared and blackened.
The box was a universe, a poem, frozen on the boundaries of human
experience."
Nick...you've got it entirely. Someone asked Robert Motherwell why Joseph Cornell was not famous and he replied, I don't know...I really don't.
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