Thinking again about Joseph Cornell’s boxes and my assemblages–especially the ones where I used window frames–mine are, with one exception, always looking out from a confined, ambiguous space, while the viewer/voyeur looks into Cornells’ nexted boxes. My dreams are often like that–I will be in a buiding of hallways and winding stairs searching for a way out, or climbing a hill or dune trying to make it an open body of water that seems to recede in the distance as I advance.
#195 When Once from Fields Rose the Earth 61c63cm. roofing paper, red string, acrylic on cardboard, bathroom window frame
#196 Imaginary Landscap. 57x72cm Acrylic on composition board
#200 66x61cm Acrylic on composition board (lost in the Ox