Forbidden Mystery

Innocence of Objects

Poetics of Space

The Fralin Museum of Art
University of Virginia
Joseph Cornell and Surrealism
Symposium
April 3 2014
I will not tell you who this might be. . .
taken with my I-Pad.
It is OK if he does this but not for me to do it, so I was told.

I wonder what Joseph Cornell would do?

I-Phones. . .Printers

3-D printers?

Google Earth?

Space Station photography of Earth?

Let's see he was on this planet until 1972. . .hmmmm

He would have enjoyed the tour from one of the curators, I am sure.

Small intimate interesting points of view

collectors of his work, you think?

Feathering my nest

Poetic Space my own. . .

So very much to contemplate wherein my mind is always spinning
stories to tell of the experience of my particular individual vision to finally by accident
I find some answers for my infernal questioning mind
it seems I am not alone.

Joseph Cornell has always been a favorite of mine not one to imitate but the wonder of his wonder of the experience of living a life, validating what is important in life. Like he, I live inside books, and ideas, and fill my vision with what I love to experience. It is OK to be a recluse one might say but it only appears this way from a distance, like he, I love to be out and about and enjoy listening to people. This blog could be a museum of sorts. Like Orhan Pamuk I too have created an interesting place to visit. I have read his books and visit Istanbul in my mind with the landscapes he shares. I visit Paris. I visit Paris, really and figuratively. I visit many places some are real and some invented, some from books.
Richard Kehl is another person I enjoy. His mastery of the technique opened many doors to rooms I explore.

Did I tell you of the nest I found in a bush in my back yard in the Bay Area where I once lived which had torn pieces of computer printouts, you know the kind that had holes that fit upon the little metal posts which guided the paper through the printer? I tried to find that the other day and it is lost, I guess, but not in my minds eye. Feathering a nest with computer paper tear offs, now that was something to see.

One Of My Dirty Little Secrets

I wonder how I wonder. I wonder how many participants mailed in their Sketchbooks? Many I am sure. I have sent in my money and received many little Moleskin booklets marked with my choice of topics and a code bar.
I might be the only person who thought, how clever, how clever, these are very clever people, you know? The people who came up with the idea of making artists and writers WANT to send their little works of art to travel around the country, is it hat they want to share? Is it that it is just the intrigue of what happens?
I have all of mine. I keep them. I laugh at myself. This is what I do.
Also, It is funny when you try to write and then the computer eats your words. above I want the word that and this computer eats the t  to make it hat. I think it wants a hat.