
Joseph Cornell, Untitled (Yellow Sand Fountain), early 1950s

Joseph Cornell, Untitled (Yellow Sand Fountain), early 1950s

RONA PONDICK, Sweet Tooth, 1998, Linen, acid-free binder board, basswood, rubber, plastic, 13.00 x 2.88 x 25.00 in, 33.0 x 7.3 x 63.5 cm

Michel Journiac (French, 1943–1995) Title: Messe pour un corps, Autel portatif , 1969 Medium: suitcase with acrylized clothing, host, sex organ cast, chalice, plaque with human blood Size: 100 x 60 x 21 cm. (39.4 x 23.6 x 8.3 in.)

Robert Watts, A Flux Atlas, 1978, Plastic box with offset label, containing twenty-four offset cards and twenty-four rocks, overall (closed): 8 7/8 x 13 1/8 x 2 3/16" (22.5 x 33.3 x 5.6 cm)

Robert Kinmont
Sit on the Floor, 1971
wood and sage
6 ¾ x 23 ¾ x 23 ½ in (17 x 60 x 60 cm)
Photo: Joerg Lohse

Joseph Cornell,Toward the Blue Peninsula: for Emily Dickinson, c. 1953.
Box construction. 36.8 x 26 x 14 cm. The Robert Lehrman Art Trust, courtesy of Aimee and Robert Lehrman Photo The Robert Lehrman Art Trust, courtesy of Aimee and Robert Lehrman Photography: Quicksilver Photographers, LLC © The Joseph and Robert Cornell Memorial Foundation/VAGA, NY/DACS, London 2015.
“‘Toward the Blue Peninsula: For Emily Dickinson’ (c1953), a glass-paned wooden box with mesh framing a painted blue window looking out to open sky, references a deserted aviary and also the upstairs bedroom in Amherst, Massachusetts, where Dickinson wrote her poems. Like Cornell, Dickinson was reclusive, unmarried, untravelled. The bare room is at once a barred prison and a haven for contemplation and creation, and the work takes its title from a poem beginning, ‘It might be lonelier/ Without the Loneliness/ I’m so accustomed to my Fate’ and ending, ‘It might be easier/ To fail — with Land in Sight —/ Than gain — My Blue Peninsula —/ To perish — of Delight”.’
—Jackie Wullschlager

Ivory dice set in red leather box with satin lining (printed with gold text), suede and leather interio
r3 ½ × 2 7/8 × 2 7/8 in8.9 × 7.3 × 7.3 cm
“I have always liked others to make decisions for me. B. and I played a game: on even-numbered days he made the decisions, on odd-numbered days I did. When he left for the States he gave me a dice to replace him.” Sophie Calle

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