Home, Home (Mon Deranged…)
I haven’t time to write a new post, but at least I can give regular visitors something fresh to look at. I’ve been fascinated by Joseph Cornell’s work since it was first introduced to me many years ago by a jazz drummer friend.
There is, I think, something oddly, disconcertingly lovely about Cornell’s boxes. I hope at least some of you agree.
Talk amongst yourselves. Smoke, if you’ve got ’em…