📍Loci: Britain’s Lichen Fields – Sanctuaries of Awe
For me, more than any diamond-encrusted piece of jewellery, I find myself captivated by the visceral beauty of a lichen-encrusted churchyard.
Treasured places, layered in history
For me, more than any diamond-encrusted piece of jewellery, I find myself captivated by the visceral beauty of a lichen-encrusted churchyard.
Here in Brixworth in front of this humble dry stone wall everything is alive: the stone, the moss and even the boundary that it betrays. It's all so bloody beautiful.
And perhaps this is where the photograph does its best work. Not in what it contains, but in what it releases.
If ever there is an argument for a building that might dispel the disbelief of a radio jock, then it is the Beauchamp Chapel at St. Mary's in Warwick.
I’m reminded of the thrill of the mudlarker and the detectorist when they find treasure; but surely these are greater finds?
Like the imprint of sand left behind by the receding tide, our absence etches patterns of meaning that linger long after we’re gone.
It is as though the earth during its infancy first carved out a fold - a hollow that sat somewhere within the realms of Fibonacci - a proportion drawn from the same geometry that threads itself through constellations.
An opportunity to own an original piece from my 4x5 Khadi Papers sketchbook: an ink and watercolour drawing of the Anglo-Saxon crypt at Repton painted on 100% fibre, textured cotton rag paper.
Looking after the building and its context speaks to something profoundly human – the impulse to invest ourselves in things that extend beyond our own lifespans.
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