The indelible mark of your home town

The artist and writer Laura Grace Ford speaks of ‘the stain of a place’. I understand this as referring to something so ‘lived in’ that you can never remove the traces it has left; spaces that trigger personal as well as generalised ghosts. I’ve always found it hard speaking about my home town. Natives areContinue reading “The indelible mark of your home town”

Near desert…

Langsett remains weird. An intrusion of the outside. Dream-like, in that all our dreams are breached by that which shouldn’t be there. Nor should I… be here, ‘down there’. I’m lost. That horizon line that greats you as you ascend the first set of hills, with its weirdly rhythmical monotony, calls you forward… Yet itContinue reading “Near desert…”