More on Goldsworthy
Jun. 6th, 2004 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vaneramosHow did I miss discovering sooner this artist Andy Goldsworthy? His work has been on my mind ever since I found the website yesterday. At The Bookshelf I found several of his books, all out of my price range but I intend to go back and browse through them. Meanwhile here are more websites:While downtown I noticed people:
Inspired by Goldsworthy, I intended to create something. I had brought a few tools: trowel, brush, spray bottle and pruning shears. I gathered some purple phlox, but discarded them in favour of etiolated willow leaves fallen on the path. Starting to work in the mud, I discovered how painstaking it is to create the simplest sculpture using natural materials. Leaves don't cooperate as clay does. Mud is dirty; it sticks to fingers and leaves. I managed to create and photograph this crude disc.
Willow leaves on bicycle trail
It will get run over. That's why I made it there. Everything is temporary: a falling leaf, one's life, the Earth, the sun.
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trapezebear. Happy birthday, Pete, with lots of hugs.
- a familiar lunatic with a tangled beard carrying an empty Alexander Keith's can upsidedown, who wandered into The Bookshelf ahead of me but, finding the bar door locked, came out again.
- a curly-haired cub with beard and long eyelashes, walking hand-in-hand with a young woman across the street; he had the same quality of beauty as Elizabeth Taylor.
- a couple with long, brightly-dyed hair, black coats, multiple piercings and dark sunglasses emerging from the shop that sells crystals, bringing with them a characteristic waft of incense and aromatic oils.
- a petite middle-aged woman sitting in the coffee shop, black blouse barely containing her pale bosoms, grey eyes peering into a mirror as she smiled distantly with ruby lips and carefully patted her immaculate, chestnut-brown coif; then she took out a magnifying glass and used it to read a book.
- a slender, young Asian woman, not pretty but striking for her type, who sat down across from me in the coffee shop with one of the Harry Potter books—the green cover—and opened it to the first page, started reading, then took a break to sip hot chocolate from a white saucer mug as wide as her cheekbones.
Inspired by Goldsworthy, I intended to create something. I had brought a few tools: trowel, brush, spray bottle and pruning shears. I gathered some purple phlox, but discarded them in favour of etiolated willow leaves fallen on the path. Starting to work in the mud, I discovered how painstaking it is to create the simplest sculpture using natural materials. Leaves don't cooperate as clay does. Mud is dirty; it sticks to fingers and leaves. I managed to create and photograph this crude disc.
Willow leaves on bicycle trail
It will get run over. That's why I made it there. Everything is temporary: a falling leaf, one's life, the Earth, the sun.
This is for
trapezebear. Happy birthday, Pete, with lots of hugs.
