Becoming Lichen - irregular diary - part 9
Part of Becoming Lichen - a research project by Simon Whitehead
Lichenologies 12.09.25 - 11.10.25
Lichenologies 12.09.25 - 11.10.25
Since the spring, Becoming Lichen has continued to expand through a number of walks and workshops based at Oriel Davies. Engaging with different community groups in Newtown we were to discover and reflect upon the ‘everywhereness’ of lichen life, and by spending time with these symbiotic beings, we began to understand their quiet but important niche in the ecology of our landscapes here in mid Wales, a place in which they thrive.
Finding places nearby where these organisms take hold (sign posts in the car park, trees & rocks in Dolerw, Hafren bridge, buildings in town, pavements, the gallery itself), through approaching lichen, touching, looking closely, finding ways to ‘be’ with them, asking ‘who are you?’, how is it to move with/like lichen? we began to think about what they might teach us about what it is to be human in a multi species world.


We worked with movement, clay, touch and a CCTV magnifier with the Sensory Impairment visual loss group. Ceri Owen-Jones played harp, the people who attended shared their stories, spent time together;
Through movement, touch, looking at lichen samples & reflecting on difference we met the Gateway group at Coleg Hafren;
Thinking about how we are always in touch, the ways lichen attach lightly to the earth, what it is to be symbiotic & to engage with the more than visual sense world, we spent a morning with the Oriel Davies writing group. The group wrote spontaneous poetry from the sensory experiences of lichen bodies and each other;
We walked with 2 different groups through Parc Dolerw and Newtown in early autumn. Pausing to notice and to learn from lichen colonies in their different niches, to understand that they take their nutrients from the atmosphere, that they are not ‘things’ but complex, multi species organisms. We moved together, sensed together, made new relationships in movement. Each time we returned to the gallery to view lichen samples under the magnifier and to listen to lichen field recordings made earlier in the year in an ancient coastal rainforest.
On a session in September we were accompanied by Ellie Bagget from Natur am Byth. An ecologist, Ellie shared her enthusiasm and knowledge of these beings, including some recent speculative research into their ancient origins, perhaps some lichen species arrived on earth via meteors?!
‘To study lichens is to get a taste of earth and health, to go gnawing the rocks and rails.’ David Henry Thoreau. 1859

Becoming Lichen will continue through 2026, growing slowly, continuing to learn from lichen life, we will share some new and exciting developments soon.
With thanks to all the participants; for your openness, enthusiasm, curiosity.
To Natur am Byth for supporting these sessions, to the staff at Oriel Davies, Coleg Hafren and Sensory Impairment unit for your care and for making this happen.

Below are a selection of poems from the Oriel Davies writing group, led by Emma Beynon.
Poem About Lichen By Georgina Righton
How beautiful
to focus
on you
to wonder at
to be moved
through aroma
portal of past
memories approach
woodland walks
your presence
seemingly silent
quietly envelops
snapping sticks
kindling fire
lichen life
cut short
brittle aliveness
transformed to dust
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Becoming Lichen By Andy Fogarty
I feel you
Eyes primed
Pulse murmurs
Surface strange
Salty moisture
Thoughts inquire
Holding histories
Pensive restraint
Alive
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Lichens By Julie Pearce
Desiccated sea weeds
wave stiffly in the wind
From the gnarly twig on the woodland floor
Like a stick dipped in the reef
clothed in rough velvet and staghorns
Orphaned now
Its bony fingers reach for my wrist
To connect, to lead me to you
I feel your trust
Together we will process along the furrowed bark
Do a stately waltz around the ancient Oak
And you will absorb the air I breathe out
Convert it, give us life
The trees know this
They are willing hosts to their leafless partners
The rocks know this
They lie below a blanket of symbiosis
Shaped by it, warmed by it, becoming it,
We dance slowly onward.
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Lichens are not things, they are nests of relationships By Bob Webster
Ask the lichen. Who are you?
Lineage 400 million years back.
Hello Gorgeous. I have always thought lichens to be ugly encrustations but not now, not you. I know walls on Scottish islands completely clothes in bright orange lichens. Gaudy, ugly.
Everyone hugs today, we have become a very huggy society in recent years. You are the world’s best hugger. You have been hugging for 400 million years. But as your touch is so light perhaps embrace is a better word.
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Covering Blanket By Georgina Righton
Gently wrapped
mossily
encloaked
deep green
soothes this soul
I am the landscape
I am the woodland
floor of dead limbs
teaming with life
sliding
leaning
gliding
this blanketed
surround an
invisibility cloak
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Blanket By Andy Fogarty
Comfort, calm
Womb like state
Memories surge
Meandering River dance
Sheltered, shielded
Butterfly beam
Relaxed, fresh, free
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Julie, blanket, floor. By Bob Webster
I see landscapes transforming. As Julie’s limbs moved they produced mountains, hills, ridges, valleys, foothills and plains. It was like watching a time lapse move of tectonics, Earth History.
It was tempting to keep rearranging the blanket but that felt like interfering with natural processes. The blanket itself had patterning and texture that added to the landscape ‘feel’.