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.







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