Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 30 August 2024
At Hopwood, where Byron’s feet had trod, lumpy clods of plaster had fallen, making their presence known beneath my soles - prickly protestations at the status quo.
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: 23 August 2024
I’m feeling very low. It’s the perfect storm—a toxic cocktail of intersecting events that hits deep into my self-esteem.
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 16 August 2024
All the best things are double-baked—in this case, built and built again. Many of the stones that have held up the walls for over 1,300 years were tooled and carved by the hands of Romans.
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 9 August 2024
The angry cursive is absorbed by the sweeping concord of the subtle and the intangible.
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 2 Aug 2024
Adam is more than a bookbinder; he is a Time Lord, a guardian of this precious conduit to history, enshrining fragile hooks to the past with a love and dedication that has taken him over 14 years to hone.
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 26 July 2024
I know it all sounds a little odd, and men don’t usually talk about these things, but I feel that what happened to me during that time was miraculous, and miraculous things should be shouted from the rooftops.
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 19 July 2024
Inside the nave, the vaulting is a vast geometry caught in Medusa’s gaze, but here the softened, soapy Caen unfurls fern-like.
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 12 July 2024
I've rarely been to a place that so deeply embodies the human need to express their hopes and fears through architecture.
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 5 July 2024
This is one of the most powerful pieces of nonverbal communication I have encountered. In our modern age, the equivalent might be Edvard Munch’s The Scream.