Thomas Riedelsheimer
Rivers and Tides

THE REVIEW

I really enjoy taking paths that lead to unknown places by following the footprints left by the artists I love the most. Today it happened with Fred Frith, who led me to discover a wonderful artist: Andy Goldsworthy.

We can learn about an artist through a book, by visiting a museum or an exhibition; unusual is through a documentary, which in this case proves to be the most appropriate medium because Goldsworthy is an artist, a sculptor, if you will, who works with nature, with the elements that the environment provides him. His works are often temporary, living in symbiosis with nature and perfectly integrated with the environment, some destined to live for a long time others for a few hours.

Goldsworthy usually captures his works with a camera, but the documentary proves to be an extremely effective medium for conveying the emotions of his works because it captures the act of creation, the environment with its depths and dynamics, the sounds of nature, and the artist's comments that lay bare his great sensitivity.

Frith's musical comments are very subtle, perfectly measured but relevant. I find that the two artists share a sense of freedom, a total control of their means and objectives that translates into living for art with extreme naturalness, like a game whose rules are dictated by the spirit.

And so the world of notes transported me to the world of visual arts, magnificently immersed in the wonder that nature always offers us, far from galleries, from critics serving the market and from speculation, a chronic disease that poisons the art world and kills beauty, the same beauty that here is revealed in the perfect symbiosis of art with nature, beauty that like happiness is right and necessary to share. And it is for this reason that I leave you these few but heartfelt lines.