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WHAT THE PLACE STILL KNOWS

The Hoarde grew from walking the same fell paths, reading a preacher’s diary, emigrant letters and research papers on economic and social change, studying mining maps, old photographs and images of the workings beneath the ground.

It came through rakes, walls and sheep smoots; through hoar frost, water, grass and stone; through the knowledge carried by T’Owd Man and the labour the records barely name.

Rag, fibre, wool, earth pigment and barytes brought another kind of knowledge. The materials warped, cracked, stained and resisted.

I made objects and opened Registers.
I did not fill the gaps. I kept them in view.

Then the museum slowly appeared.