
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 28 July 2023
"Could the essence of a place hold a palpable and manifest memory of the past through the process of quantum entanglement? "
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.
"Could the essence of a place hold a palpable and manifest memory of the past through the process of quantum entanglement? "
Perhaps, collectively, we should devote more time to seeking out and experiencing awe. It seems that we might find it at the churchyard down the lane.
I'm travelling in Woody on the way to a photoshoot beyond London, but I make a detour to see a place that I've been wanting to see for a very long time.
Stopping and taking time to observe is an act of faith in the material truth that surrounds us. It washes away the fake news, discomfort and confusion of present times and helps me feel rooted.
I have a friend that tells me that I'm an over-sharer. They're probably right - but I find a touch of healing in telling my story.
It feels like there is a kind of aesthetic gravity at play - that I am being drawn into a celestial whirlpool of beautiful things, flying through the cosmic dust of our historic environment only to be sucked into the divine detritus that adorns our churches.
After difficult times in my thirties, I found salvation in the vernacular.
There's a rap on the door. It's Caroline the architect - I'm still in my orrery. I exit the van via the rear door and hand her a rainbow baton we found earlier in the Orangery - left over from a wedding at the weekend. The tailgate hisses as it rises. I feel like Major Tom exiting an air lock.
I love drilling down from a complex construct of the past (such as a cathedral) to the patina on its walls which holds more complexity than the building itself. A universe in the particular.