📍Loci: The Transformative Power of Light 🪄 ✨ 🏛️ 📸
Across a building extruded from the Triassic and Jurassic this isn't just a parable of faith, but also the story of the cosmos itself and our part in it.
Across a building extruded from the Triassic and Jurassic this isn't just a parable of faith, but also the story of the cosmos itself and our part in it.
Two or three auxiliary soldiers lived and sheltered within this space. I imagine their conversations tucked around each stone like mortar: love-stories coursing through the mortar joints, comedy springing from the castellation and tragedy lurking in the quoins.
Each week I send out a short, fresh reflection from the road – photographs, sketches, and observations from old places that still have something to teach us. What follows is a moment from those travels. Northumbrian Light The forecast was good and so the shoot was on. I arrived at the...
I stand and watch the Kentish rag rise up from the dull nights refrain and prick out lines and glyphs that are older than the church itself.
There’s a quote by Pablo Neruda that illustrates how I feel: “There is another reality, the genuine one, which we lose sight of. This other reality is always sending us hints, which without art, we can’t receive.”
My sketchbooks are like sacred spaces, helping me fine-tune my observation skills and capture the spirit of historic buildings and unique places.
And perhaps most of all, it knows that I do not wish simply to observe this island, but to belong to it - to become, in however small a way, another layer in its long conversation.
And thus I have found myself in a career where attentiveness is a necessary prerequisite. In the years since I started out, something has gradually washed over me - and through me - like wine through water.
What really matters here is the act of moving toward something — light, renewal, coherence — even when the destination remains undefined.
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