I was here. 2024

Someone, once, carved the words ‘I Was Here’ into the stones of the north transept of the cathedral. The walls of this ancient place bear the marks of countless lives, each stone scored with the chisel marks of unnamed medieval masons; dates and witch marks and initials subverting the power and prestige of ancient tombs. These ephemeral marks, revealed by light, are statements of presence; here, in this place, stood people whose existence might otherwise remain without physical trace.