
📍Loci: Common Ground
Like the imprint of sand left behind by the receding tide, our absence etches patterns of meaning that linger long after we’re gone.
Objects that are saturated with meaning
Like the imprint of sand left behind by the receding tide, our absence etches patterns of meaning that linger long after we’re gone.
Here, I explore how these carvings form a vast network of meaning, linking past and present - thus contributing to significance.
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.
As I walk through the streets of Lynn, it feels as though a switch in my brain has been turned on.
We must cherish and protect these places as if our lives were etched upon it.
Churches remind us of how normal people like us relentlessly hacked, carved, forged, daubed, etched and wove our way out of the unremitting labyrinth of threats to the human condition.
Weighed down with the complexities of modernity, I stand before the porch of St. Peter and St. Paul and take on the mantra of Bacon's Novum Organum.
I place my thumb upon the latch and press. It makes a delicious ‘click and clump.’ I think of the person I’ve just seen walk in through the door before me. They pressed it too.