Likes The Landscape Artist Andy Goldsworthy Contemplates His Own Natural Decay | The New Yorker by Rebecca Mead.
Other experiments have been similarly challenging, such as putting foraged objects in his mouth and then spitting them out. “As soon as you put a petal or a flower in your mouth, the whole perception of it changes,” he explained, with undisguised glee. “It’s bitter. Is it going to kill me? You know? Until it goes in your mouth, it’s pretty. When it goes in your mouth, it’s ‘Oh, shit.’ I love that.”

The accessibility of his work, and his use of natural materials, means that it is often adopted by elementary-school curricula, and he has learned to smile politely when parents tell him that their kid “made an Andy Goldsworthy” out of sticks, stones, and leaves.

I really enjoyed reading, glad I signed up to read it. I’ve certainly been guilty of encouraging pupils by showing them Andy Goldsworthy’s work. I enjoyed Andy Goldsworthy – Fifty Years in Edinburgh last year. Share this: Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon