It may not be cool to love weeds, but I love dandelions. I love their intense color, the way they smell, and the way they change from a hot, damp, yellow to papery-dry, transparent, white.
I have good memories of dandelions from childhood. My sister and I chanting, "Mama had a baby and it's head popped off!" Then FLICK! It's yellow bud instantly decapitated. Or making a wish and blowing on the the fuzzy white seeds - if you could blow them all away, we believed that the wish would come true.
I think the artist Andy Goldsworthy sees what I see. The bright pop of dandelion yellow like a river down this field of blue bells. It's more complicated than it looks. He's pinned them with thorns to stalks of grass, and held up the chain with forks made of brush.

Hi! Do you know what this work by Andy Goldsworthy is called?
Posted by: Rebecca Lim | May 05, 2012 at 04:26 AM