by Tim Girvin | Jan 13, 2011 | Diary
Even when the winter emerges, Fall is tinting what’s left of the leaves, there is a chance to find a flower or two, hanging on — yet still resplendent, blasting color into the softened palette. Looking at the wet flowers, drops of water, thriving in the...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 11, 2011 | Diary
I was in an alley, early morning, only days ago — and the cold was almost unbearable. This, 5am — and walking the alley, steam rose up into the light, creating a kind of painting. A misted water-coloring, awash in seething color and watered plumes of fog...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 10, 2011 | Diary
As I touch an idea, another comes forth, and I contemplate the strength of the ringed expression of that thought (a story, perhaps,) moving outwardly — this, arranged on a Fresnel lens — touching like ripples, but made of glass. Light as idea. I carry the...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 9, 2011 | Diary
SAVORING THE SHINE Today, in NYC, the sun is out, it’s brilliantly shining. And in standing near our offices, off Madison Park, I’m looking up into the sun and savoring the shine of the light. A truck with a heart(full) calligraphy, sits there,...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 8, 2011 | Diary
I SAVOR THE STORM – AND THE STORY OF ITS SPINNING Sometimes, the most utilitarian is the most beautiful evocation. I think of seeing things as voice — there is a calling to the eye. Walking down an alley, in the lushly posh places made in South Beach...
