A sculpture has been created from the repatriation of a stone as a reminder of the fleeting ambiguities of space and time.


At some moment in 1941 war threw fire on a city and a piece of sandstone fell. It lay among the heaps and men threw it to the river as a kind of oblation, to be washed by 70 years of tides. Dragged from the mud of the Mersey it was carved and carefully repatriated back in the city.

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LEG(IO) XX V(ALERIA) V(ICTRIX) (FECIT)

It links former times of conquest, also to a people who were never conquered. They dissolved into time, effectively still in occupation.

‘Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.’

Borges (1946)

If you encounter the piece then reflect on its journey.
Lapis Balticum est donum civitati.