The Hovering Place
Snowfall in the valley that time forgot
Snowfall in the valley that time forgot
There are some places that confound the idea of a continuous present. St. Michael and All Angels, Gwernesney in Monmouthshire, is one of those places. Here, it felt like the present and past were bleeding into each other. I’ve often wondered if these wuthering networks of light might hold...
It took just an hour with my camera-eye, to help release the voices of the past trapped in the medieval framing like flies in amber. This screen.. This door.. This hinge... Tells a story. It starts with the fixing of it: the torque and torpor of the maker's...
Venturing Into The Valley That Time Forgot
St. John the Evangelist, Elkstone
The polyphony of hill and home...
Imagine a thousand years from now that our descendants find, several feet beneath the earth, a survival from our present times. This object, in near perfect condition, shouldered by a concrete enclosure, appears slowly under the archaeologists trowel and brush. It is largely burnt metal with curvilinear lines and manicured...
Mark but this fly, the place it sits, in this my world and yours exists. These finials, these smiling faces, these ironclad spikes that stand in stasis. A common mould, but time has rent such change with cause to reinvent each cusp with differing intent. Andy Marshall is an architectural...
Do you see the faces, do you hear the faint knock, of the lives of our forebears carved into the rock? Can you sense the elation, the chiselled filtration of blood coursing through the vermiculation? Through texture and pattern, the pulse and the rhyme our streets and our places tell...
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An Anxiety of Memberships