to see beauty, to be shaken

It’s very cold right now and there’s light snow over everything. I love to see what’s familiar in a new way. A small tree, the flank of a hill, even the curve of our driveway as it leads away from the house. To walk out the front door and see the door into the workshop at the other end of the narrow deck is to see beauty, to be shaken into a new apprehension of form and function:


I never approach this window with the idea of seeing through the workshop to the other side. But yesterday I did. These old single-paned windows — the one in the door, the little arched one over John’s work bench — describe the frost perfectly.

As with all my work, whether it’s a leaf on a rock or ice on a rock, I’m trying to get beneath the surface appearance of things. Working the surface of a stone is an attempt to understand the internal energy of the stone. – Andy Goldsworthy