Joseph Cornell (american 1903-1972)
And art remains suspended in time, forever young, leaving traces of bubbles in the blue sky and the green grass,
it is very seldom that one approaches lightness in such a beautiful dance , it is very seldom that one loves birds in such a delightful way, boxes that are not cages but thumbnails of eternity.
Our young soul is dancing, converting daily existence into a procession of magic candles.
