So many words come to mind when peering into one of Cornell's boxes such as "dream-like," "mysterious," "haunted," and "wistful." The boxes, constructed for over forty years in his mother's basement in Queens, reflect the imagination of a reclusive dreamer who was content with solitary wandering and fascinated with the vestiges of the world around him.

The Nearest Star

Untitled (Hotel Andromeda)

Yellow Sand Fountain