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Leaning Into the Wind (Thomas Riedelsheimer, 2018)
Andy Goldsworthy is a sculptor who works with — and in — nature. More to the point, he worked as a farm labourer in his teens.
He was in one of the Folkestone Triennials, on the Old High Street, smearing mud on the interior of a shop window and allowing it to crack and dry out. There was also a film of one of his rain shadows — lying on a street as it starts to rain, leaving a ghostly impression of his body. And he has works at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park — a sheepfold with dead tree — and Jupiter Artland — including lumps of coal in trees, Stone Coppice.
We see him almost absorbed into landscapes — South American forests, Cumbrian and French hills, Scottish woodland, climbing across blackthorn coppices, through bushes, between roots. We see him maneuvre trees into mud-lined buildings, draw lines with leaves on steps in Edinburgh, decorating a tree with narrow branches pinned in by pine needles. Sometimes he is working alone, especially with a fallen elm tree, sometimes with his apparently more-talented daughter Holly, sometimes with a team of labourers, cutting rock into open sarcophagi. It is site-specific artwork, even if he has half a dozen schticks.
He is most clearly mo
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I couldn’t make the actual performance of Linder Sterling’s The Ultimate Form at The Hepworth in Wakefield last Saturday as my daughter was making her debut at a professional theatre in our home town, some distance away. But by all accounts it was a fabulous event in spite of the rain.
However, I managed a sneak preview of the final dress rehearsal at the Northern Ballet in Leeds ahead of the world debut. Not only is Linder a talented visual artist, she is also a friend and muse of Morrissey and produced the artwork for the Buzzcocks’ album covers.
I wanted to make sure I got to the Northern Ballet on time so I jumped in a cab and asked to be taken there. The taxi driver didn’t inspire much confidence as he didn’t seem to know where he was going.
“You know I want to go to the Northern Ballet, right?” I asked him at one point. Mmm, he didn’t have a clue. Time was running out.
He took me to the Grand Theatre. “This is not the Northern Ballet” I hollered as he disappeared up the road in a fug of diesel fumes.
I had less than five minutes to make the dress rehearsal so I ran – literally. Past Primark, past the West Yorkshire Playhouse. Inevitably, I missed the first few minutes.
But I soon realised that, generally, people in Leeds don’t know exa
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