The playlist, as promised!
I leave out one clip of a stone dome assembly at the National Gallery in D.C. I feel smothered, watching it. Andy's work stretches my spirit, as if his inspiration is free to expand and fill the endless landscape his pieces typically inhabit.
In the close quarters of the East Wing, even the stones themselves look uncomfortable. Are they willing soldiers in the battle to carve a place among society's contrived boundaries for reckless beauty's return?
The videographer's father and brother helped Andy with the installation. I ask the videographer if Andy felt imprisoned building it or if by his action he was smashing the walls enclosing him. I'll let you know his response. 'Til then, enjoy!
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I learned something today. Thanks!
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