Sticks, stalks, leaves and stones

To my delight, there is an Andy Goldsworthy Digital Catalogue.  It gives only his early work, and sadly, only thumbnails; but the lists are the stuff of magic:

Browse by form:

arches
balls
boxes
cairns
circles
columns
cones
cracks
curves
edges
gaps
holes
horns
lines
patches
piles
serpentine
shadows
spheres
spirals
spires
splashes
squares
stacks
throws
trails
trenches


Browse by material:

bark
birds
black
body
bracken
branches
clay

colour
earth
feathers
flowers
frost
grass
hands
ice
icicles
leaves
light
mud
peat
petals
rain
rainbows
red
reflections
rocks
sand
seaweed
snow
stalks

sticks
stones

string
thorns
tides
turf
twigs
water
white
yellow

Thea's new magic in Cloud & Ashes was inspired by his work.

Sticks, stalks, leaves and stones.  A living hazel branch, lapped all in poppy petals, blood and branching.  Leaves picked and shaded in a long streak on the earth:  from green through fire to dead black; from ashes to greenwhite.  Twigs in a round rattle.  Labyrinths of leaves, bark, foxfire punk; or drawn in rime.  Spirals of cracked pebbles, scratched white with another.  Cubbies of sticks.  Snailings and green horns of leaves, or burnished brown as copper:  stitched with thorns and plaited in one endless coil and spiral, nestled in the earth.  Leaves laid round nothing, bright and brighter toward the O.  The same, with pebbles, white and whiter round abyss or origin...

A night and day spent weaving stalks, an airy web of them, infilling all the crook and curving of a great low bough.

And in brief snow, a ball of it, built round and pierced by sharp small living wood.  A ball that rolled its own maze, green laid bare; that rounded on its journeying.

 Nine