by Tim Girvin | Oct 5, 2008 | Diary
The tree prints | 1979. Girvins like trees. No, they love them. Every member of our family has some connection with trees. And I suppose that arboreal love could have some distant simian link, like the notion that if you suddenly jerk when you are just dozing off,...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 21, 2008 | Diary
Some time, there is no sound, but the calls of birds, that waft their notes, reaching out to me, in bringing the beginnings of the day, the life that we lead in finding again, beauty that rings round us as we gather in, to listen. tsg | decatur island |...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 10, 2008 | Diary
A friend of mine, just returning from China, Paula Rees, experienced the razor’s edge of the darkest anguish in Sichuan, China. As did many of us. But that was nothing compared to the Chinese themselves — the survivors — those that were left. And she...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 8, 2008 | Diary
There are 8 stories. 8 ideas. And 8 ways of thinking about things. 8|8|8 1. On this door. There was a door, that was a door to somewhere else. In merely seeing the door, it was a vision to another place — I knew that it went somewhere. I tried to get in. Any...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 3, 2008 | Diary
The quiet now is so profound that the only thing making noise are the two raccoons that, walking like humans, have come to visit me, coming up the steps to my studio checking on my progress. tsg | decatur island...
