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The Underlying Tension Of A Lot Of My Art Is To Try And Look Through The Surface Appearance Of Things. Inevitably, One Way Of Getting Beneath The Surface Is To Introduce A Hole, A Window Into What Lies Below.

-Andy Goldsworthy

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The Underlying Tension Of

Andy Goldsworthy

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The Underlying Tension Of A Lot Of My Art Is To Try And Look Through The Surface Appearance Of Things. Inevitably, One Way Of Getting Beneath The Surface Is To Introduce A Hole, A Window Into What Lies Below.

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If I Had To Describe My Work In One Word, That Word Would Be Time.

A Stone Is Ingrained With Geological And Historical Memories.

I Go Way Beyond Just The Wood And Stone But To The Process Of Growth And Farming And The Tensions Between The Two.

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.

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For Me Looking, Touching, Material, Place And Form Are All Inseparable From The Resulting Work. It Is Difficult To Say Where One Stops And Another Begins. Place Is Found By Walking, Direction Determined By Weather And Season. I Take The Opportunity Each Day Offers: If It Is Snowing, I Work In Snow, At Leaf-fall It Will Be Leaves; A Blown Over Tree Becomes A Source Of Twigs And Branches.

Three Or Four Stones In One Firing Will All React Differently. I Try To Achieve A Balance Between Those That Haven't Progressed Enough And Those About To Go Too Far.

Generally In New York, People Just Walk Over You With No Problem About That. Other Countries, People Want To Resuscitate You, Like, After A Bit.

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Sometimes You Need To Stop Doing Something To Really See It Afresh.

I'm Very Fortunate To Be Able To Do What I Do And Live The Way I Do.

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As You Grow Older You Realize That Art Has An Enormous Effect. It's Frightening Sometimes To Think Of The Effect That We Can Have.

There's A Huge Number Of Things That Are Occurring With The Ice Works Which Fascinate Me Enormously, But It's Driven By This Kind Of Frantic Race Against Time. And Whilst That Creates A Huge Amount Of Tension And Problems, It's A Tension That I Think I Feed Off.

If You've Ever Come Across A Tree That You've Lived With For Many Years And Then One Day It's Blown Over, There's Incredible Shock And Violence About That.

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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.

There Are Occasions When I Have Moved Boulders, But I'm Reluctant To, Especially Ones That Have Been Rooted In A Place For Many Years.

Movement, Change, Light, Growth, And Decay Are The Life-blood Of Nature, The Energies That I Try To Tap Through My Work.

The Reason Why The Stone Is Red Is Its Iron Content, Which Is Also Why Our Blood Is Red.

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A Lot Of My Work Is Like Picking Potatoes; You Have To Get Into The Rhythm Of It. It Is Different Than Patience. It Is Not Thinking. It Is Working With The Rhythm.

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The Hardened Mass Of Liquid Stones Had Much Stronger Qualities Than Those Which Had Simply Torn. The Skin Remained A Recognisable Part Of The Molten Stone.

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My Sculpture Can Last For Days Or A Few Seconds - What Is Important To Me Is The Experience Of Making. I Leave All My Work Outside And Often Return To Watch It Decay.

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Photography Is A Way Of Putting Distance Between Myself And The Work Which Sometimes Helps Me To See More Clearly What It Is That I Have Made.

I See My Work Plagiarized In Gardening Programmes And Decorating Programmes And Car Adverts, And I Suppose I Have To Accept That's Just The Way Art Gets Assimilated Into Culture.

Ephemeral Work Made Outside, For And About A Day, Lies At The Core Of My Art And Its Making Must Be Kept Private.

I Think That I'm Always Trying To Get Beyond The Surface Appearance Of Things, To Go Beyond What I Can Just See.

I Just See Myself As An Object In The Final Image. I Know I'm Experiencing It When I'm There Working On It. I'm There To Be Worked With, As Anything Else That I Work With.

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You Must Have Something New In A Landscape As Well As Something Old, Something That's Dying And Something That's Being Born.

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