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Cirque du Soleil tonight! We have lousy seats, but at least we're going.

On a related note, while I was home, I admired the book Time of/by Andy Goldsworthy's pieces... and one of the ones featured in that book was a work he did for the Cirque du Soleil headquarters in Montreal.

Today I had confirmation of my fellowship for the fall. I better had, my department is counting on me having it for my package. I also spent a bit of time proofreading a friend's paper.

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haggisthesecond
Sep. 1st, 2002 12:40 pm (UTC)
Goldsworthy
Our last apartment was on a nice London square which was surrounded by spiked iron fences and into which the only access was through a locked gate at either end. Plebs like us don't get keys, so we had to content ourselves with just walking past and gazing at the gardens through the iron bars or looking down on it from our building's communal roof terrace.

One day a couple of summers ago, giant snowballs appeared just inside the gates at either end of the square. They were Goldsworthy installations! It took them several days to melt and eventually they revealed their secret cores of yak hair and seeds respectively. They were quite amazing.

But more amazing than the snowballs themselves was the sense of community that sprang up around them. Some public-spirited toff with time on his hands and a key to the square took it upon himself to spend an afternoon unlocking the gates and benignly supervising whoever wanted to go into the square to look at the snowballs. Pensioners and pinstriped bankers examined the melting snowballs and their contents with all the wonder and amazement of children. Conversations about the genesis and significance of the snowballs sprang up between total strangers. Tips about and directions to other snowballs placed around the City fringes were exchanged, and many people explored corners of London they'd never ventured into just to look for other snowballs.

Although these were by their nature some of the most ephemeral pieces of art I had ever experienced, the impression that they made on me and on the local community will last a long time.
owlfish
Sep. 2nd, 2002 08:48 pm (UTC)
Re: Goldsworthy
What a lovely, lovely story! I've never met him, but my parents spent a fair amount of time with him in May/June when he was in Des Moines to work on a permanent installation there (in conjunction with 2 museums of the coasts of the US). It's a series of 3 cairns (one at each site) and mold/niches which mimic the outline of each at the central site. He also did several gallery installations there which were still up when I was home the other week: an amazing screen of cattail reeds, pinned together with Scottish thorns, made into a enormous gate-like screen, very airy, erratic, and spacious. This is part of why my parents had the books handy at home.

But the real and more personal part of the story is that Andy Goldsworthy and his family were coming back in late June/early July to complete the installation, just when my parents were going to be abroad for a few weeks. So he effectively housesat for them, staying in their/my house for a few weeks while they were away. I'm told he did a temporary piece on a tree just outside our side door, but I've not seen photographs. So even only knowing his work from the few installations at the Art Center in DM and his books, I know he stayed in my house for a bit this summer. (My parents work in the art world, my mother as a curator at the same museum - thus the connection).

But your story has more whimsy and delight to it. I hope to run across some of his temporary works someday in situ.
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