INSOMNIAC NIGHTS

I should be asleep, but thoughts of Andy Goldsworthy keep me awake. Ever since I saw that piece in San Fran I've been craving more of his art. I still smile when I think about that crack running along the sidewalk and how I almost missed it entirely. In fact, I don't remember how I found out what it was. But it harkens back to when my mother and I watched a documentary about Mr. Goldsworthy's art, Rivers and Tides. It is absolutely fascinating to watch this man meticulously build works of art and then see them slowly disintegrate back to nature. I remember laughing several times at the complexity of making what looks so simple in the end.

So I decided to search the net for more images and found this site. Again, I am amazed. I love the 'titles' of the pieces like "poppy petals wrapped around splintered wood held with water." I also found a book called Midsummer Snowballs which documents how, in the middle of the night on June 21, 2000, Mr. Goldsworthy and several assistants managed to leave 13 1-ton snowballs all over the financial district in London. What a joy it would be to see that! It apparently took as long as 6 days for them to melt.

So I will try to go to sleep now with visions of moss covered branches and balanced sticks in my head. Thank you, Mr. Goldsworthy, wherever you are.