Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 18 July 2025
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.
genius loci digest
This digest revels in the in-between, the transitional, the presence of absence. My camera with its dials and knobs and sharp focus has taken me into the blur of things. It has taught me that because things can't be measured it doesn't mean that it isn't there. The spirit of things, the essence of our places is as real as my shutter button.
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Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 11 July 2025
What we all realised today is that our high streets are not just places to shop – the buildings that line them are repositories of memory. They tell stories about the people of the past: what we loved, how we coped, how we engaged with the world.
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 4 July 2025
I’m completely jolted out of my torpor by a face staring directly at me from behind a phalanx of golden leaves
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 20 June 2025
Whilst I stood and waited for its return, I envisioned notions of time loosening its grip - of fog as a veil not just over landscape, but over centuries.
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 13 June 2025
I feel a jolt, a sudden shift of perspective. The tension between the refined above and the stark reality beneath is palpable. Hidden in plain sight is a narrative on our own mortality – a memento mori.
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 6 June 2025
Here’s my chance to have parity with the generations that might listen to the final note of Longplayer in 975 years’ time. Here’s my chance to look down upon a thousand-year thread of time and try to comprehend what this building means to me.
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 30 May 2025
In recent times, I’ve noticed a shift in my emotions—a kind of angst driven by the current state of the world, followed by a re-purposing of how I want to navigate it.
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 23 May 2025
Beneath its surface, the meadow seems to live and breath — buttercups, sorrel, long grass — all caught in the current, wriggling and swaying as if in conversation with the stream. I sit beside it and stay for a while.
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 16 May 2025
And so it seems fitting—uncannily fitting—that the man standing in the rubble should bear the name he did. Piper. Pipe. Conduit.