by Tim Girvin | Apr 11, 2009 | Diary
Getting to the soul of things. What is a thing? I’ve wondered about that. A thing. thing O.E. þing “meeting, assembly,” later “entity, being, matter” (subject of deliberation in an assembly), also “act, deed, event, material...
by Tim Girvin | Mar 22, 2009 | Diary
I have longed for the desert, since I was a child. I’d asked my Mother, after seeing LAWRENCE OF ARABIA, to learn the theme on the piano, so she could play it over and over. And when we sat together, at the piano, the cascades of memory in sound, the long...
by Tim Girvin | Mar 2, 2009 | Diary
The beginning, forming the nest. I’ve written about creating an installation — actually, many installations and placements — over time. Dawn Clark (http://dacarc.wordpress.com/) and I built a nest — woven of sticks that we found on the beach....
by Tim Girvin | Feb 24, 2009 | Diary
I’ve been out walking; and listening; and looking skyward — up through the trees, into the clear blue sky. And what happened there were three ravens, flying at once, over the top of me. And when the Raven flies, I always stop, quiet in my step, because...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 8, 2009 | Diary
This morning, it’s profoundly quiet. Off, some miles from here, I can hear the distant rumbling of a freighter, its deep engines humming; and even now, that is fading. Otherwise, there is the soft murmur of the lightest rippling, a sussurant touch of water...
