There’s a real sense of uncertainty seen in Goldsworthy works, as he surrounds himself in the environment and has no control what so ever as to what happens, but attempts to break the boundaries and turn the uncertainty into a possibility. When he uses instruments, they are equally ‘found’ instruments, like the stick with which he scrapes the sand or the thorns with which he sticks the leaves together. More often, he lets nature work on its own, without the intervention of any instrument, as when he lets icicles freeze together or lets his clay dry in the sun. Andy Golsdworthy’s compositions are minimal. He replaces the chaos of leaves in the forest or pebbles on the beach with a progression from one colour to another, from light to dark, from big to small or sticks fallen at random on the ground with a circle, or a line.
They stand tall though all the seasons, inside and out of this splendid stronghold. In the summer and on sunny days, not even the sun is an intruder, bold green leaves shade the inhabitants and claim their position as the roof. These foot soldiers have turned away their green uniforms, in return, they take on uniforms of different shades of red, yellow, brown, and orange, to celebrate a festive season. The wind is like a commander, wiping his soldiers into the air, creating a playful dance around me. I want to be myself, a ballerina, and Pirouette through these dancing leaves.
I started walking at a medium pace, like I needed to be somewhere but was in no rush to get there. I was listening to the radio loud enough to not hear much of what was going on around me. As I came upon the entrance to the woods, I could see the distinct difference in scenery, and was excited to take in all the beauty that lied ahead. The tall and mighty trees were parted and gathered around the
Duato establishes the close relationships of the people to the land right for the beginning of the dance. The dancers begin in silence positioned up stage right in a hunched over, curved shape, with only the sounds of the audience stirring to emote the movement. This is significant as it emphasizes the literal image of man’s fight against nature and himself for means of survival. This allows the viewers to empathize with the dancers, as the slumped over motif represents their cyclical life and the physical burden on their body as they spend each day crouched over fields of crops. In section 5 “ the
For instance, after he is relieved from frontline duty, Paul gains a deep reverence for the natural world around him: “We hear the muffled rumble of the front only as very distant thunder, bumblebees droning by quite drown it. Around us stretches the flowery meadow. The grasses sway their tall spears; the white butterflies flutter around and float on the soft warm wind of the late summer” (9). The beauty of this sense of f life is even more outstanding because it is the opposite to the death and bloodshed of war. The soldiers then develop an appreciation for the world, which
Kids are outside playing and people in shorts and t-shirts. Some are in there gardens and some are working in there flower beds and some are just relaxing in a lawn chair enjoying the sun shine and reading a book. Then there is fall, which leaves start falling off the trees during this season. The leaves begin to change colors and go from being green, to deep red, golden brownish yellow and vivid yellowish-orange. We can smell burning of leaves and smoking wood from chimneys as the air becomes cooler.
On Monday, october 25,th I went to a state park after I finished work. Since I had endured so much stress from my job, it was a great opportunity for me to go to the park and relax, to be able to look at the world and forget about everything. The weather was beautiful and the sun was shining. There was an especially nice breeze that made the trees move and leaves fall. I had noticed that the sky was extremely clear and the birds seemed happy about the weather because they were flying every where and going from tree to tree.
My interpretation of a pasture in New England is of rolling hills of grasses, with the dampness of early morning dew, and the coolness of an early spring morning. The subtle, yet precise imagery reflects a concise tone of warmth and happiness that weigh upon the reader’s mind. For myself, there was a moment of clarity achieved after several thorough readings. And this was ascertained by my own personal identification. It was almost as though I where able to see as the author had scene.
Chapter six The woods were quiet as Rikuro and I ran, the feeling of the brush tickling my ankles as it rushed passed me helped me shed my frustration. I flung kunai at trees to keep track of where we had been and where we hadn’t. we checked a few miles ahead of the others, the two of us covered a lot of ground in a small amount of time. For once, Rikuro stayed focused on something other than me. I looked over at him and my mind went back to the memory id gotten lost in during my turn as sentry.
The sun was bearing down on us, making it feel like a sauna with all the humidity, but all I could sense was the excitement in the air. I could hear the players on the field warming up, and the noise called to me, but it felt like I was trapped in a maze trying to get to the field. When I finally made it to my seat, I looked down at the field and was in awe. The grass was thick and fresh, looking like a carpet. Seeing the players on the field, statuesque as they were, was also amazing.