For someone entering into Single Carrot Theatre you might be instantly drawn to the large white box at the Northwest corner of our space.  It is much larger than the other set pieces, and a distressed white color, similar to that of old paper left in the sun.

 

Yet when I look at this set piece the thing that draws my attention is the constellations portrayed in the back of the box.  One constellation in particular catches my eye… and it isn’t Cassiopeia.

 

It’s Bootes, the plough man of the heavens.  He is pictured next to his dogs, the Cannes Venatici, named Asterion & Chara.  What makes him so amazing to me is that he uses his dogs to chase the constellation Ursa Major across the sky, ensuring the constant rotation of the heavens. Another story for it’s origin holds that he was given his place in the sky by Demeter for inventing the plough.  And yet he is a secretive figure because it’s not clear who in Greek mythology he actually represents.

 

For Joseph Cornell he is an antagonist.  He ensures the passage of time while Joseph fights to preserve each individual moment.  For those of us looking to keep life from slipping through our fingers we must face the fact that the heavens, much like time, will keep marching on.

There is a never ending depth to Joseph Cornell’s work, a depth stemming from his experiences in life. He was a man whose personality and mannerism often kept him from achieving the meaningful connections he so desperately sought, a man who wanted to encapsulate his experiences as he saw his life passing before his eyes. Cornell’s art captures, emotions, moments, thoughts and feelings, images and interactions; his work transforms ephemeral experience into eternal expression.

 

Tonight we open Hotel Cassiopeia, and I am honored to share Joseph Cornell’s world with audiences for the next five weeks.  Please come join us, and share the gifts that Joseph Cornell left for us all.

 

Charles Mee has written a beautiful line for Joseph in the play, “This is how I spend my time and I never grow tired of it I can see it again and again it only fades in a hundred years when new windows take it’s place”. May we all be so lucky to see the world each day with a renewed sense of enchantment, gratitude, and appreciation for true beauty.

 

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Untitled (Grand Hôtel de l’Observatoire), 1954

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Custodian II (Silent Dedication to MM), 1963

  • This box was dedicated to the memory of Marilyn Monroe.

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Untitled (Butterfly Habitat), 1940

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Nathan Cooper