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 drawn to 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.
