I place my thumb upon the latch and press. It makes a delicious ‘click and clump.’ I think of the person I’ve just seen walk in through the door before me. They pressed it too.
I have a visual in my mind: a soul house is being made by Ancient Egyptian fingers, caked in clay, pinching out a stairway, thumbing in a colonnade, pricking out a window. The loved one is within the cross-hairs of the maker’s mind
Bury Art Museum Under Threat
A short film for Remembrance Day A short film for Remembrance Day...
Finding Sanctuary in a Time of Need
New ways of seeing inspired by the churchyard
Hush. Let us muffle the bells. Let us stifle the trees with knitted yarn. Let us mute the fells. For they are here but not here. Lest We Forget. The beautiful St. Nicholas church, Newchurch in Rossendale... is home for these Tommies and is welcoming visitors to come and experience...