{"id":1059,"date":"2021-05-19T15:26:59","date_gmt":"2021-05-19T14:26:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/urbanisness.com\/?p=1059"},"modified":"2025-03-05T11:16:31","modified_gmt":"2025-03-05T11:16:31","slug":"documentary-rivers-and-tides","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/urbanisness.com\/?p=1059","title":{"rendered":"Documentary Film RIVERS & TIDES"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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all the scenes are taken from the film “Rivers and Tides”<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0 \u00a0I hold dear the memories of a few years ago when my young son and I would spend long winter mornings on the picturesque beaches near our home in Northern Spain. The shorelines, breathtakingly beautiful and nearly deserted during the colder months, transformed into a treasure trove as storms swept through, depositing a remarkable array of objects\u2014colourful plastic shards, weathered pieces of wood, and glistening metal fragments.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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We would spend hours immersed in creative play, crafting whimsical sculptures from these found materials, pouring our imaginations into each piece, only to see them vanish with the tides by the next day. In those precious moments, time seemed to dissolve around us, slipping away unnoticed as we became lost in the rhythm of the waves and the beauty of our surroundings.<\/span><\/p>

\u00a0 \u00a0Something about being in nature\u2014whether in a quiet forest or by the sea, away from crowds\u2014allows us to pause, linger, and, at least for a while, feel like children again. I often return to my favourite film, <\/span>Rivers and Tides<\/span><\/em>. I watch it, share it with my children, and hope Goldsworthy\u2019s work will plant a seed in their young hearts. Andy Goldsworthy is more than just an artist and sculptor; he is, above all, a philosopher of life.<\/span><\/p>

\u00a0 \u00a0As we mature, we all confront questions about our place in the world and the meaning of life. Goldsworthy suggests that genuine change cannot occur without first understanding where we belong. This means recognizing our calling, understanding our gifts, and, most importantly, accepting that we are part of nature, not its masters.<\/span><\/p><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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   As you watch the film, you can’t help but fantasise about the life of this extraordinary man. He starts his day with a cup of tea, exchanging a few mundane phrases with his family before dressing warmly and stepping outside to venture into the unknown. He never knows what he will discover or what idea will inspire him. He sits silently, listening to the thoughts and observing the world unfolding. Then, he begins to create\u2014fully immersed and lost in the process for hours.<\/div>\n
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   For Andy Goldsworthy, working in nature is more than just an artistic practice; it is a form to ground himself and feel connected to his roots. When Andy spends too much time away from nature, that connection begins to fade. When he lectures about his work, he feels he is speaking about someone else rather than himself. His art is not driven by a specific final goal; it exists purely for the sake of the process and for the act of self-discovery. Ultimately, almost all his creations are returned to nature\u2014the tide carries them away, the wind sweeps them off, and the sun melts them. He transforms stones, branches, leaves, flowers, moss, snow, ice, and clay\u2014whatever materials nature provides\u2014only for them to dissolve back into the landscape. Each piece he creates is a sacred offering, a gesture of gratitude, and an acknowledgement of our deep, endless connection to all living things.<\/div>\n
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   With a quiet eagerness, he seeks to understand the mysterious energy of nature\u2014a force that flows not only through the landscape but also through himself. Just like a river, it courses through water, stone, wind, and people. He reflects on how birth and death resonate within natural processes as he works. After completing a delicate ice sculpture on a stone, he steps back and marvels at how the sunlight illuminates it. Then, with quiet reverence, he recognises the truth of its fleeting existence: the very force that gave it life will also bring about its end.<\/div>\n<\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t
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all the scenes are taken from the film “Rivers and Tides” \u00a0 \u00a0I hold dear the memories of a few years ago when my young son and I would spend long winter mornings on the picturesque beaches near our home in Northern Spain. The shorelines, breathtakingly beautiful and nearly deserted during the colder months, transformed Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1062,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[63],"tags":[58,34,24,28,65,64,25],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/urbanisness.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1059"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/urbanisness.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/urbanisness.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/urbanisness.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/urbanisness.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1059"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"http:\/\/urbanisness.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1059\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1495,"href":"http:\/\/urbanisness.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1059\/revisions\/1495"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/urbanisness.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1062"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/urbanisness.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1059"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/urbanisness.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1059"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/urbanisness.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1059"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}