[title not known] c. 1789

Editor: Here we have an undated sketch of a building by Joseph Farington. It’s so delicate, almost like a whisper of a castle on paper. What do you make of it? Curator: Whispers, yes! It’s like a fleeting memory. Farington, bless his heart, was capturing England's architectural soul. See how the faint lines suggest grandeur, but also fragility? Perhaps he felt like these great structures were fading, just like his pencil strokes might fade over time. Does it make you think about preservation, memory, or even the passage of time? Editor: I hadn’t thought about the passage of time like that. Curator: It’s there, isn’t it? Art can be sneaky like that, holding up mirrors to our own fleeting existence. Editor: Absolutely. I'll remember that!