always the deep of winter makes me go into a kind of inner retreat. nothing feels firm or fixed or even real, though the promise of spring becomes a lure that flashes brilliantly in the endless sea of winter. artist andy goldsworthy's work speaks of this isolation; there is a poignant & disquieting solitude in his structures. paul introduced me to him last year (winter?) via his film 'rivers and tides' and i was absolutely snared watching the artist carefully form and stack and bend and arrange ice and sticks and leaves and rocks; all which bloomed beneath his patience and focus. this kind of impermanent making reminds me of the temporary nature of both winter and the murky feelings that i often couple with during its long tenure.
"I go into solitude so as not to drink out of everybody's cistern. When I am among the many I live as the many do, and I do not think I really think. After a time it always seems as if they want to banish my self from myself and rob me of my soul." - Nietzsche
(winter please be over.)
2 comments :
I remember looking at Goldsworthy's work in high school and marvelling at his use of all natural materials. There was some lattice he made joined completely with tiny twigs and thorns! I love how ephemeral his work is! Thanks for reminding me of this amazing artist!
Boy, this post hit home. The artwork, but especially your words. How murky, how surreal - this winter hibernation is a never ending dream. I expect to be swimming through the snow soon!
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