okay, okay, okay. before i get pinned as another goldsworthy/smithson copycat, allow me to .defend myself. The meandering spiral motif found in Goldsworthy's film Rivers and Tides is a form i (and an annoying number of Other people) find entrancing and contemplative. Even a couple of years after seeing the film, i was incited to immulate, in part for the sake of re-creating an image for my own aesthetic pleasure, and in part to experience the process: the labor, challenge, and satisfaction of digging up a bunch of rocks in the woods, arranging them just-so (emphasis here), re-adjusting angles, feeling my back get tight from bending over, picking the dirt from under my fingernails, sweating, deciding where to start and when to quit... in short, spending several hours in Spiral Meditation, and then to feel the freedom of ephemerality (read: sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach) as a force of nature known as John from Mississippi (who loves to throw objects at other objects and shake young trees and swear) happily destroys (ahem, dismantles) the piece in a matter of minutes, restoring the Gila forest to an un-earth-arted state.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
punk rock
okay, okay, okay. before i get pinned as another goldsworthy/smithson copycat, allow me to .defend myself. The meandering spiral motif found in Goldsworthy's film Rivers and Tides is a form i (and an annoying number of Other people) find entrancing and contemplative. Even a couple of years after seeing the film, i was incited to immulate, in part for the sake of re-creating an image for my own aesthetic pleasure, and in part to experience the process: the labor, challenge, and satisfaction of digging up a bunch of rocks in the woods, arranging them just-so (emphasis here), re-adjusting angles, feeling my back get tight from bending over, picking the dirt from under my fingernails, sweating, deciding where to start and when to quit... in short, spending several hours in Spiral Meditation, and then to feel the freedom of ephemerality (read: sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach) as a force of nature known as John from Mississippi (who loves to throw objects at other objects and shake young trees and swear) happily destroys (ahem, dismantles) the piece in a matter of minutes, restoring the Gila forest to an un-earth-arted state.
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i say yes the bliss of the body in motion and creation! i love all the phases of this work, and most of all its demise and your pain yet willingness to accept it as necessary or inevitable!
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