by Tim Girvin | Mar 8, 2008 | Diary
As I stand As I stand out in the silence of this morning there is nothing to suggest that I am any thing less, than alone A breeze begins. Distance beckons and I can feel just the beginning of drops, that come, falling on my bare shoulders. But it is the sound that is...
by Tim Girvin | Mar 3, 2008 | Diary
Krink 3.3.08 Earlier in my life, I’d done some work with graffiti. Sometimes, I used a spray can — but never unless I was paid. That meaning: that I’d do that for advertising sets, props and installations. And for movie titling treatments. Then I...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 23, 2008 | Diary
I was working in the Dominican Republic this weekend. On Sunday, I drove around the island, with the boyfriend of one of my clients there. He drives like I do — wandering. See something, go there. But to explore different entries to the property development we...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 22, 2008 | Diary
Sometimes I run, when darkness abounds and I see things like this. So quiet, mist. What can be seen is some times not there. Other times, what is not there, is seen, found. Next. Photos by Tim Girvin I’m looking for that....
by Tim Girvin | Feb 20, 2008 | Diary
Last light 2.20.08 The light, seen from afar, transforms to many radiant spheres of expression. Flair, lens. Your eyes are out of focus, and you can’t quite see what is there, because of the brilliance: it is so blindingbright, that the rayed luminosity, so...
