Edington, Wiltshire 1964

Editor: So, this is John Piper’s "Edington, Wiltshire." It's a print, and it gives me this strange feeling of a memory fading, like something grand being overtaken. What do you make of it? Curator: Fading...yes! It's like Piper's caught the building in charcoal as it dissolves back into the landscape. The golden hue is like a last, precious echo. You almost hear the hymns, don’t you? It's less about documenting and more about feeling a place, its history, its…soul. What stories do you think it holds? Editor: Maybe tales of resilience, of standing the test of time? Curator: Or maybe the earth is just waiting to reclaim it all. It's humbling, isn't it? To see even the grandest architecture as temporary. Editor: I guess so. It does make you think about what lasts, doesn't it?