Leaning into the wind

I scowled impatiently as Andy Goldsworthy slowly, painfully moved through the brittle tree tops. His determination was impressive, his connection to nature intriguing and the crackling of bark satisfying — but I still hadn’t clicked. Where was the art in this pondering exploration of woodland compositions? It might seem like an odd film choice for … More Leaning into the wind

Waves

The golden light seems to curve around her supple limbs as she dips her stomach and flexes her head back up to the fading sky. Waves gurgle in the distance, like gentle white noise against the haze of children’s chatter. Gulls call out as she pushes her back upwards, arched easily like a cat, with … More Waves