Leaning into the Wind – Andy Goldsworthy

Andy Goldsworthy works

In fact, he lives

And he pushes us 

To ask ourselves 

Is this art 

Or the passage of time

Or the melting of snow

And when the snow melts

It hurts 

Like an elm falling 

Like an old friend 

Who will never rise again 

Like time 

That will never return 

Like autumn following summer 

The spider that spreads its web 

heedless of gusts 

The leaf that twirls 

Its vibrant yellow 

Disappearing under the frost 

And the stones he caresses 

With gnarled fingers 

Worn and aging 

His fingers intertwined 

With those of his daughter 

These stones whisper to us 

That they will keep her trace 

That the landscape remembers 

All those who cross it 

And disregard the checkered paths 

All those who take new ones 

And leap over walls 

To see what life has in store 

On the outside 

Inside 

In this life of scenery 

Of spiders and thousand-year-old stones 

This passing life 

Seasons that repeat themselves 

And all these things 

That are never the same 

Always 

New visions 

Grandiose 

It's all worth it.

Naomie Décarie-Daigneault
Tënk's Artistic Director