When you Basically Live in Dark Souls (Part II)

As I mentioned in my previous post, I’m a big fan of the Souls Series of games by Hidetaka Miyazaki. I especially enjoy how the art and level design accurately captures real Medieval European architecture and it’s degradation, it’s fascinating for me to see that come to life through the eyes and talent of a Japanese design team. Anyway, I was out with my sister heading to (rather appropriately for this post) the darkest place in my county, Woodchurch, in Kent. Which is a 3/4 on the Bortle Scale of Darkness

As we were heading there, in the middle of the countryside down a small road, we saw this tower off the road, and stopped the car to go and check it out. It was some full on abandoned medieval ruins and more exciting for me, they were not the touristic kind.

The Place is St. Mary’s Chapel in Little Chart, Kent, England. Built in 1200AD and then 740 years later destroyed by a V-1 flying bomb, also known as a ‘Doodlebug’ or Buzz Bomb… Check out the photos.

Firelink Shrine anyone? 😉

Greenhouse II

These greenhouses remind me of man made skeletons, prefabricated corpses of the Anthropocene, lost in the heart of the forest, with their discarded metal bones forming the framework for a new organism. Branches investigate through the roof, and the overgrowth burgeons on each side. What remains in the contents of their bellies, a time capsule of semi preserved material… broken furniture, decades old newspapers still spouting the same trash that they currently do. A children’s picture box, repurposed as a spider’s nest. Piles of miscellany which you could be sure were hiding a murder victim’s remains. On that point, I am sure that when I arrived here, I saw someone move through the forest. A brief, dark blue blur which moved away as I spoke. This place had a different, slightly darker vibe than the last. Especially with the smashed in car parked outside and rotten garage, unlocked and full of waterlogged, decaying family memories. 😭😬 Who were these people and why was the property left in such a state? It’s almost like they just upped and left. Or maybe they died.
I found an old videotape, and a plastic ice cream tub containing dozens of vintage Spanish matchboxes, each with a beautiful design on them.
Will try to post them at a later date.

Please like/ share if you enjoy these posts. I will be posting more frequently some more explorations into hidden/ lost/ remote and unpopulated areas.

Tom

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The Greenhouse

My journey into the unknown continues, marking out the waypoints and boundaries in this transformative liminal space of grief. It has led me to an abandoned greenhouse, in the grounds of a forgotten house.

It is a space in which inhabits the culmination of my research so far. Life being one plane of focus in the abstraction of the infinite.
Like vitricolous lichens pioneering colonies on the surface of glass.
It is a permeable ecosystem, a ruin of care where light can enter from every angle. It is a place where absence lives.