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Strange, but wonderful

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Published on Sep 30, 2019

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Collect, save, preserve, look at the world from another perspective. Children are masters at seeing what to all eyes is insignificant a treasure of rare beauty. And we are not talking about imagination or flights of fancy of the transfiguration of the object: have you ever looked at the surface of an acorn with attention? And the dense coat of spines of the rich chestnut? And the soap bubbles? Have you ever watched a good soap bubbles? Joseph Cornell, one of the most influential american artists, maintains and preserves this impressive ability in his works, and The collection of Joey by Candace Fleming and Gérard Dubois celebrates this child artist.

"Joey Cornell collected everything... whatever you loose on his imagination or incantasse his eyes". A curious child and looked curiously enough that, in America, the first of the twentieth-century, was to appear eccentric. Yet his mom and his dad saw this his love for the objects of the world, a wealth of unexpected, but unique and precious: his mom was trying to market the "items to enchant his son", the father extracted the treasures from the jacket of the vest. Stones, dolls, glasses, feathers, glasses, lenses, glass, shells, marbles, ropes, and wood... items that are broken, intact, new, old...
Her collection is ingigantiva, year after year.

It is impressive to observe the interweaving of the everyday life of the artist in his childhood, with a certain air of spontaneity and a strong inner life ("a feather [of a parrot, ed.] slipped from the cage in his hand. Joey heard the rustling of the palm trees. The salt of the sea on the lips"), but also and especially the progressive education of the gaze and of the mind (that's the safe, it becomes an object of value after the wonderful experience with his father in the show of Houdini).

The objects collected by Joeynon are never, therefore, a egotica expression of his own obsessions, but a shared treasure, an expression – yes – staff who become links between objects themselves and between the people: "it seemed that the objects had belonged to one another. We were good together. Seemed To... "Art".

"What do you tell these objects to one another?"

The step that transforms the collection in art takes driven by the motivation that provokes and makes one think: the father dies of a terrible disease.

"Oh, how he wished that his family could feel happy"

Just 14 years this is the first exhibition of the Joseph Cornell collection.

What is striking about the personal history of the artist is its location, almost resigned: "[an artist ed.] working on the fragment and on the pulse minute, without proposing a general justification; that the research and collect the little without apparently find the whole" Kevin McManus. An artist who seems not to want to upload his works, and is composed of the meanings of revolutionary, but that the beauty of these small objects will remain faithful, as if trying to make their justice granted that they deserve: "Joseph Cornell that wiped out the dust from the abandoned things and made them shine in new splendor". It is not surprising, therefore, that the artist are given, contact the children: his last show was dedicated to them, and his famous boxes were hung at four feet from the ground, for them.

The text of the book is well calibrated and in perfect balance with the images to which it gives often the word. The repetition of the situation, as narrated in the same way, highlights the choice of vocabulary used to synthesize the impression of the protagonist, with a trend that has the weight of poetry: "wandering in a store of used stuff he had found a telescope battered... "in heaven," she whispered. Took home the telescope". There are no reviews, comments, one could almost not imagine the context, the biographical and the artistic role of the protagonist without the final note: the impression the text leaves is that of a man who was greatly loved, and that he showed himself to be capable of love.

The images of Gerard Dubois is known for the surrealism of some of his representations (which he would have been able to use widely in a text of this kind), they are to keep to a style that is descriptive, seemingly simple, perfect for this story. Also the retro style cannot be read as a fidelity to the truth of the narrative.

A book for the end of school, and beneficial.

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