by Tim Girvin | Apr 21, 2011 | Diary
I’M STANDING; BUILDING. AND THINKING. I’m standing before a building — it’s uptown, off Central Park; it’s not a beautiful day, and I’m heading to a meeting. I’m late — in the striding fury of trying to put too many...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 20, 2011 | Diary
WITH THE TRACERY OF FINGER STROKE I’m drawing on light, the smooth sheen of glass — pouring the blackest, aged India Ink, some decades old — a collection of bottles from the past. And that spreads a pool of raven spatters, swirled in a whorl with my...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 19, 2011 | Diary
SEEING YOU, MOONLIT I think of you, with the light behind your eyes, the luminous gaze of meaning — that which lies beneath, that which comes from within. I think of you, the being that you are, builder and maker of dreams, worker in the other worlds traveler in...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 18, 2011 | Diary
I contemplate the idea of free. I’d written a piece on that — working with Chris Anderson (Wired), the notion of free as an enticement to relationship development. I designed the cover to that issue: Free! Be free and show freely to your world — but...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 13, 2011 | Diary
approaching the corridors of power, the mysteries of the quest… Sent from my GirviPhone
