Elswyth

From Elswyth, a collection attentive to the mechanisms of time and memory.

In the church at Beer, Devon, the old clock’s gears and ropes still hold the pulse of centuries – iron worn smooth by motion, echoing through the tower with each measured turn. I’m fascinated by the poetry of function here – how the work of keeping time becomes a kind of music, steady and unspoken.  

Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock – the clock struck one …. the mouse ran down. Hickory dickory dock – tick tock, tick tock …….

Words and images © Kate Coldrick – part of the Elswyth collection.