by Tim Girvin | May 15, 2008 | Diary
the one, the many how foolish we are, to think that amidst that throng, we are one — alone when, in that standing chorus, we are mere — the one, of many, marvels — they are, in plenty you i one in many. i’d stay by this render, that it’s...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 7, 2008 | Diary
I’ve been exploring, studying the work of Andy Goldsworthy for a couple of decades, really. I was struck, immediately, by the work. What I found compelling was the idea of finding patterning in pattern. That is, if you see something striking in nature,...
by Tim Girvin | Mar 15, 2008 | Diary
I contemplate: metus | fear. Things are arranged; then they are rearranged. What do you hold to, that which is arranged, that which is not? Is there beauty in symmetry? Or, symmetry skewed, the chaotic fracture? I contemplate: Imagery photographed at DIA | Beacon, NY...
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...
