One of the beauties of art is that it reflects an artist's entire life. What I've learned over the past 30 years is really beginning to inform what I make. I hope that process continues until I die.
Andy GoldsworthyRead
There is life in a stone. Any stone that sits in a field or lies on a beach takes on the memory of that place. You can feel that stones have witnessed so many things.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that even inanimate objects like stones hold memories and stories of their surroundings.
Andy Goldsworthy's quote expresses the idea that stones, despite being lifeless, are imbued with the history and experiences of the places they inhabit. Each stone has been a silent witness to the events and changes around it, which gives it a richness of memory and presence that can be felt by those who take the time to notice.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a nature walk to encourage people to appreciate the environment.
One of the beauties of art is that it reflects an artist's entire life. What I've learned over the past 30 years is really beginning to inform what I make. I hope that process continues until I die.
Time gives growth, it gives continuity and it gives change. And in the case of some sculptures, time gives a patina to them.
I am not a performer but occasionally I deliberately work in a public context. Some sculptures need the movement of people around them to work.
I can't edit the materials I work with. My remit is to work with nature as a whole. I find nature as a whole disturbing. Nature can be harsh – difficult and brutal, as well as beautiful. You couldn't walk five minutes from here without coming across something that is dead or decaying.
Looking, touching, material, place and form are all inseparable from the resulting work. It is difficult to say where one stops and another begins. The energy and space around a material are as important as the energy and space within. The weather--rain, sun, snow, hail, mist, calm--is that external space made visible. When I touch a rock, I am touching and working the space around it. It is not independent of its surroundings, and the way it sits tells how it came to be there.
The relationship between the public and the artist is complex and difficult to explain. There is a fine line between using this critical energy creatively and pandering to it.
We have become a force of nature.
When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching my ripped arms, thinking of nothing, cramming the black honey of summer into my mouth; all day my body accepts what it is. In the dark creeks that run by there is this thick paw of my life darting among the black bells, the leaves; there is this happy tongue.
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
In wilderness I sense the miracle of life.
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone. The tradesman, the attorney comes out of the din and craft of the street and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In their eternal calm, he finds himself.
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