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
In the late 1990's I had a breakdown that ultimately led me, through a journey that took me away from depression, to a new career in photography. What made all the grit of the dark days worthwhile was that I was left with something that felt like a pearl - a new way of seeing and interacting with things - more sensual, emotive and visual. These posts explore different ways of seeing and experiencing our world.
I’m completely jolted out of my torpor by a face staring directly at me from behind a phalanx of golden leaves
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.
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.
And so it seems fitting—uncannily fitting—that the man standing in the rubble should bear the name he did. Piper. Pipe. Conduit.
I think it’s because there’s a clarity of message here - a kind of truth that asks nothing of you. Not the sort that needs proving or defending, but one that is simply known, absorbed.
Here, I explore how these carvings form a vast network of meaning, linking past and present - thus contributing to significance.
I gave myself permission to stop and enjoy it, and to take time to photograph it, inspite of the curious glances from passers by.
Inspired by Edwin Smith’s photography and Olive Cook’s letters, uncover hidden narratives and historical layers that shape this town’s heritage, revealing new ways of seeing place, art, and memory.
Buzzing with this new perspective, I set about photographing elements like this in the hope of sharing the singularity of the occasion with others, and with the wish of disseminating the pattern like a wind blown daisy seed - a bit of heritage grafting with the aid of my camera.
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