We watched "Rivers and Tides" with the boys last week, and Rhys, in particular, was absolutely fascinated by Andy Goldsworthy’s work. Before the movie was even finished, he got into the kindling box and started constructing an abstract sculpture with small pieces of wood and the fireplace tongs. We stressed to him that Goldsworthy does all his work *outside*, and that seemed to sink in.
I immediately recognized what he was doing (if you’ve seen the movie, you probably will too). There’s a long and beautifully filmed scene where Goldsworthy repeatedly scoops up double handfuls of snow and flings them into the air, where the breeze whirls them into spiraling tendrils of pale mist. And that’s exactly what Rhys was trying to accomplish here, except with handfuls of dust scraped up from their mini-bike jump (more of a bike bump, really).
So I toted the camera outside for a better look, and Fisher came along too. (He had been drawing a portrait of Tom Waits which I really need to scan and post here.)
More flying dirt!
Fisher discovered that if you grind a piece of grass against a rock, you get little smears of green pigment that you can then transfer to something else (like, err, your fingers and clothes).
Rhys thought that was pretty damn cool. But Fisher apparently had the only suitable rock in the front yard in hand already, so Rhys just had to hang back and watch before going back to his dirt-flinging project.
We’re going to Breckenridge for Thanksgiving, and we’re hoping for real snow so we can do a real snow-throwing Goldsworthian family art project/Christmas card photo…