Category Archives: Psychogeography

When natural cycles turn, brutalist windows can dream of trees…

. a flower expresses itself by flowering, not by being labelled Patrick Geddes That blue There – beyond the iris heads. As if a grey tarpaulin has been peeled back across the eyeball of the sky. . Spring light, a different … Continue reading

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Ephemera: City lungs, breathe at twilight

. City lungs breathe at twilight . Now playing:  AGF – Breathing in Lines .

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Ephemera: Found totem

. Found totem Forest clearing .  Now playing: The Sarsen Circle – The Sarsen Circle (Live)

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A silent witness to the stories of place

The unfolding spiral begins with the star, the sea and the fishes. A story of place formed at the threshold of land and tidal flows. Named after the earliest human dwellings, the caves.  Inhabited and used for thousands of years … Continue reading

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William Gear – CoBrA artist and Monuments Man from Methil

the landscape of pitheads, the sea, rocks, castles, trees, storms and poverty marked his earliest identity with a place and probably remained the most influential to his art.  he once described his paintings as ‘statements of kinship with the natural … Continue reading

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Ephemera: Pterodactyl attack in the industrial edgelands.

Methil 08.02.14. Now Playing: Mogwai – The Hawk is Howling.

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Once we looked to the horizon

. Once we looked to the horizon. How can we see now? ≈ . Encased in the white wall a pulse, a tracing an inscription of breath. ≈ . An acronym, or a beginning an interruption, or an end? ≈ . … Continue reading

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Newcastle upon Tyne: An Assemblage in 16 Fragments

I . . . I remember How the darkness doubled   . . . . Standing. In the dark, enveloped by a light rain on the quayside of the River Tyne.  The opening lines of Television’s Marquee Moon are snaking through … Continue reading

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Some Questions of the Drift

“I ask you:  – What is the weight of light?“ – Clarice Lispector ≈ ≈ ≈ . . .  - What are the colours of time? . . . . .  - What are the sounds of the stones? . . .. … Continue reading

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Silverburn: in the flux and flow of place

≈ We are walking out, along the shoreline, from Leven towards Lundin Links. Coastal energies are in full flow, our field of vision filled with an excess of sand, sea and sky. In the distance, an intensity of white light … Continue reading

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