Silver Beds & Marine Sediments 1
The sublime spectacle of Lincoln Cathedral -
rich and vibrant in all matter and force.
In this spot, alongside the 165-million-year-old limestone and the one-thousand-year-old chisel marks of human labour, the sound of resilience is vivid.
Here, at just over 20 meters above sea level, the beginnings and endings of the story are rich and loud. The future uncomfortably close.
This dazzling building, an astonishment of human and non-human ideas and processes, is likely to survive the next imminent sea and river waters rising.
Involuntarily, I wonder how to prepare for the notknown and for the accidental futures that go on far beyond a human lifetime.
What lies behind our seemingly insatiable spectatorial drive to be transported beyond the ‘here and now’? My unplanned thoughts an unconscious beat at the edge of language.
I question whether wonder can be productive.
Silver Beds & Marine Sediments 2
From Lincoln Edge
Emerging from the greyed and corrupted surroundings, a glasslike screen offers a threshold through which a small section of the world is glimpsed.
Doubt and disorientation are amplified by ambient sound and fleeting visions of thirsty spring-tide Norse Gods.
I wonder what lies beyond this unknown.