on one level and this film can bring out the child in u that just want to build sandcastles and throw stuff in the air just for the sake of see it fall down again . on a deep level though and it explore a profound desire to reconnect with the land . i thoroughly empathize with the artist when he say and when i be not out here ( alone ) for any length of time and i feel unrooted . i consider andy goldsworthy one of the great contemporary artist . i be familiar with his work mainly through his coffee table book and a couple art gallery installation . but to see his work in motion and capture perfectly through riedelsheimer lens and be a revelation . unfrozen in time and goldsworthy creation come alive and swirl and fly and dissolve and crumble and crash . and that precisely what he all about represent time . the process of creation and destruction . of emergence and disappear . of come out of the void and become the universe and and back again . there a shamanic quality about him and verge on madness . you get the feeling and watch him at work and that his art be a lifeforce for him and that if he do not do it and he would whither and perish . luckily for u and goldsworthy be able to share his vision through the communication medium of photography . otherwise and with the exception of a few cairn and wall and they would only exist for one person .