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How then, the virile, the virtuous, the werewolf, the world?

Step back, rootbound, and see what might be found — what lies beneath?

And then, to this, what do you see in the mirror?
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virtu (vuhr-TOO) noun

1. A love of or taste for fine objects of art.
2. Objects of art, curios, etc.

[From Italian virt (virtue), from Latin virtus (worth, excellence).
Ultimately from the Indo-European root wi-ro (man) that is also the
source of virile, virtue, virago, virtuoso, werewolf, and world.]

Visual Thesaurus: http://visualthesaurus.com/?w1=virtu

Live here.

Love that.

Happy Tuesday…welcome to the ice fields!

tsg

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bridge to another realm…

I was thinking about you, and that bridge that takes you from one place, to another.

Where it is, where it was — crossing over, from somewhere, to another…where-world.

And where is that?


the waterspring at the Monkey Forest. Ubud | Indonesia

to a great morning to you — by the time that you read this, I will be climbing Mt. Batur, a volcano for a predawn ascent…just offering an image before I head out…

wishing wellness and warmth: tsg

bas-relief \bah-ri-LEEF\ noun

: sculptural relief in which the projection from the surrounding surface is slight and no part of the modeled form is undercut; also : a sculpture executed in bas-relief

English speakers adopted “bas-relief” from French (where “bas” means “low” and “relief” means “raised work”) during the mid-1600s. A few decades earlier, we also borrowed the synonymous “basso-relievo” from Italian. The French and Italian terms have common ancestors (and, in fact, the French word is likely a translation of the Italian), but English speakers apparently borrowed the two independently. “Bas-relief” is more prevalent in English today, although the Italian-derived term has not disappeared completely from the language.

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Exploring: Türkiye

Happy Sunday!

I’m guessing you might ask, why Turkey — for Thanksgiving?

Some might think the conception is obvious, to the above.

I went there first in 2005 — learning something about the opening connections in Istanbul. I studied Islamic art in the 70s, even Arabic language — and came away from the middle eastern researches with an especial fondness for the history of this land, these people. That beckoning never subsided — merely quieted.


Looking West from Topkapi Sarayi > Suleimaniye Camii in the distance.
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In 2006, I went there again for a vacation really — to spend time digging into Istanbul. Hard for me to really be on vacation, unless my computer breaks down, but this round was pretty remote.

People are always the draw.


School children > Edirne Kapi


Schoolgirls > Bursa

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And people exist in the contexts of history.

This city is one of the most ancient and richly tapestried cities that you will likely ever find. At least, it tops the list for me, of cities that gather the patinas of multiple civilizations and cultural intents, since roughly 700 BC. Most ancient cities tend to hold to the measure of where they are at (Rome, Beijing, Tokyo) — what nation represents them. But Istanbul, Stamboul, Constantinople, Byzantium holds the flavorings of ancient Greece, of the Romans, the Goths, the semitic tribes, the Arabs, the Turks, and finally, in a way, given their power of the course of the last several centuries, the Spanish, the Dutch, the French and other European groups trying to negotiate some sort of protective link to the Ottomans, a leading, warring and acquisitive familial horde in Turkey for hundreds of years. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottoman_Empire)
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They live in where they are:

Ferrystop>The Bosphorus


Scrabble > the last stop before the Caspian Sea


North of Tnel > Istikal Boulevard


Trikye ai and cigarettes, village caf, north Bosphorus channel


Orange mechanic with matching boat, the Bosphorus.


Tramvay: Eminnu

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People in the context of designed space.


Prayer at Kariye Tomb, Edirne Kapi


Boy, Valens Aqueduct


Barbering in Taksim.

This lends itself to legacy and destiny, to power plays, to intrigue and spectacular contributions to architecture, the arts, literature, scientific and philosophical thinking — for, in the beginning, the Ottomans were ones to advance openness in religious and cultural diversity, throughout the vast strength of their “Sublime”, as they called it, Empire, stretching from Persia, much of Europe– the Balkans and Austria, out to the Ukraine, North Africa — south to Yemen and Sudan, to Spain in the West. They controlled the Mediterranean Sea, Black Sea, Red Sea, the Persian Gulf and the Indian Ocean. They could be repulsed as an invading power in Europe only by the Hapsburgs aligned with a european coalition in the 15th and 20th centuries so rapacious was their acquisitive stridency.

People as creative forces: Mimar Sinan — an Ottoman architect of such creative magnetism that his works grace much of the city, as well as hundreds of other 15th century projects in Trkiye. The power calligraphies of Shakyh Hamdullah, the labyrinthine written spells of Ahmed Karahisari…


Tomb entrance, Sleymaniye


The Grand Bazaar Book Souk


Spirit space.

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This creates the spirit of Istanbul — a city that bustled for centuries as a bridge to the trading routes of Central Asia, and the leap to the West from paths that lead, long, to the Silk Routes emanating from China and Southeast Asia — at the crossroads, the nexus of the Golden Horn.

As the light passes, new colorings emerge incessantly…

Go there, if any of this entices the imaginations of your wanderings.

The city, of course, is merely the beginning.
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T

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Istanbul: concepts of radiance

Good morning.

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I’ve been here for several days.

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And the time is so rich,

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so contemplatively powerful, it’s difficult to gather it all.

I’d like to write more about some of the individual meditations: time will tell.

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One thing that shines, in exploring these spaces, this place, is about conceptions of Light. The design of it, the meaning of it. And believing in the Light — whatever you might call it.

I’ve gone to the mosques during prayer because of the Light, the actual luminous character of the space — and the intonations which are magical and droning, in Arabic. They call you in.

Or the revelations of the Mevlevi, their whirling dance, beneath the constellations of the monastery chandelier.

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I met some people from Kuwait, that were working here. Actually, I met them in a mosque, after prayer. And they said:– “come and eat with us.” They spoke of their beliefs, the Light, the One. Of course, we’ve all heard that, some where.

When there is the Call to Prayer, from the mosques throughout the city, the timings are slightly staggered, so it’s choral — the character of one Muezzin’s rendering, to another.

There’s a harmony in that.

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But there’s much in this art, this culture, about drawing in, being drawn in, to the center.

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And it’s profoundly beautiful. And ancient, this city, whose legacy stretches back about 2500 years.

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And, to this missive, this is of course only one little glint of the force of visuals of Istanbul, that emerge as you embrace her.

Then again, you might know that too.

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wishing well:
Tim Girvin
Sultanahmet | Istanbul

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Not to be swayed, even by prayer…

inexorable \in-EK-sur-uh-bul; in-EKS-ruh-bul\, adjective:
Not to be persuaded or moved by entreaty or prayer; firm; determined; unyielding; unchangeable; inflexible; relentless.

Inexorable comes from Latin inexorabilis, from in-, “not” + exorabilis, “able to be entreated, placable,” from exorare, “to entreat successfully, to prevail upon,” from ex-, intensive prefix + orare, “to speak; to argue; to pray.”

I’d met this dog, last night — and I’d hoped to be introduced to his smaller dog, made of cloth. But that was not to be so. Look, one thing. Touch, no.

Pretty certain about that proposition.

Pretty certain I will be traveling tonight to Constantinople. Then, traveling further into Central Asia, as timing allows. A weeks worth, at least.

Wishing well,
tsg

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Not to be swayed, even by prayer…

inexorable \in-EK-sur-uh-bul; in-EKS-ruh-bul\, adjective:
Not to be persuaded or moved by entreaty or prayer; firm; determined; unyielding; unchangeable; inflexible; relentless.

Inexorable comes from Latin inexorabilis, from in-, “not” + exorabilis, “able to be entreated, placable,” from exorare, “to entreat successfully, to prevail upon,” from ex-, intensive prefix + orare, “to speak; to argue; to pray.”

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I’d met this dog, last night — and I’d hoped to be introduced to his smaller dog, made of cloth. But that was not to be so. Look, one thing. Touch, no.

Pretty certain about that proposition.

Pretty certain I will be traveling tonight to Constantinople. Then, traveling further into Central Asia, as timing allows. A weeks worth, at least.

Wishing well,
tsg

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Deep Blue

 Deep Blue

THE DEEP BLUE

all night, rain ran
and fore, afternoon
storm, kept coming
so dark, at 2.oo pm
the sun was gone,
neath the roiling sky
and this morning, it
never came, except
for the deep blue…
light was out there,
but only shown, in
the deep blue, seen.
never forgotten. ever.

4.44am / 11.12.06

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The work is never done — and who hopes that it is?

The work, the care and practice of it, is the spirit of the evocation of the living — our living, our working.

Can they not be aligned – an integration? A passion?

Work: the passion, the pain, the pleasure. . .

Entwined, threads in living…

wishingwell+

tsg | d e c a t u r i s l a n d

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Explosive clouds, transparent monuments, gunpowder paintings

Good morning.

That title…I thought that would catch your attention.

I’d thought about the idea of using fire for paintings and art. Then flame in the context of signing. Fire signs, why not? Signed / singed by fire? Why not? Smoke rubbed art? There are marvelous textures to fire, and fired objects.

I did it for Sharon Stone, why not otherwise?

The Chinese, of course, have been working in this space — loosely speaking, for several thousand years.

http://www.deutsche-bank-kunst.de/art/2006/3/e/5/442.php

Worth meandering, if you’ve got minute or two.

The sequence, as shown: is laying the gunpowder, creating an overlay, ignition, revealing…Here are some images…

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http://www.caiguoqiang.com//

Wishing well,
tsg | seattle

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Heatherwick models of flow…NYC

SLICE

CURL

PEEL

MELT.

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Thought you might enjoy this, the detailing of Thomas Heatherwick’s work on Longchamp, Soho, Manhattan. Maybe you’ve seen it, already.

I was down town working, Soho, took a break, and went there: shot.

Frankly, I’m actually not sure that the merchandise is worth it; it’s simply not that great. More bags. And my proverbial question is — what is the story here; and who cares about it? But the detailing of the space is fascinating. I like Heatherwick’s sense of adventure.

More, to him: http://www.iht.com/articles/2006/05/28/features/dlede29.php

Here are some details, for your reference, let me know your thoughts, if you’ve got a minute. Personally, I’ve always had a thing for things that look like they’re melting. This physical condition in evidence throughout.

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I’ll be here this week, back in Seattle, then back in Manhattan in a week. As usual.

Wishing well, warmest: all ways —

tsg | nyc

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