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GROUND RECORDS

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An alternative record of place, care and regeneration

This is not a traditional archive. It doesn’t claim neutrality, completeness or permanence. Instead, this counter-archive gathers what often goes undocumented: slow practices, small gestures, community repair, ecological cohabitation and multispecies memory. The entries are tactile, partial, and alive—fieldnotes, fragments, conversations, traces. You are invited to read, wander, contribute and return.

It's possible to 'have a much deeper experience of the world through the use of deep looking and regular documentation of everyday life. Through these practices we may be able to create a new narrative for ourselves, one in which we are at the centre of a powerful and exciting adventure. This is who you were when you were very small. This is who you were meant to be.'                     

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      — THE WANDER SOCIETY

RUSTLIGHT RADIANCE

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Image Drift: Rustlight Field Notes

'Beauty, the world seemed to say. And as if to prove it (scientifically) wherever he looked at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretching over the palings, beauty sprang instantly. To watch a leaf quivering in the rush of air was an exquisite joy. Up in the sky swallows swooping, swerving, flinging themselves in and out, round and round, yet always with perfect control as if elastics held them; and the flies rising and falling; and the sun spotting now this leaf, now that, in mockery, dazzling it with soft gold in pure good temper; and now again some chime (it might be a motor horn) tinkling divinely on the grass stalks—all of this, calm and reasonable as it was, made out of ordinary things as it was, was the truth now; beauty, that was the truth now. Beauty was everywhere.'

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              — VIRGINIA WOOLF, MRS DALLOWAY

DRIFT ARCHIVE

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Unruly stacks and drifting thoughts — a gathering ground for scraps, stories and fragments. Nothing here is fixed; everything leans, spills, overlaps. Listening is the method, and wandering is the rhythm. The materials aren’t intentionally curated, they are picked up along the way, carried in pockets, passed hand to hand.

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