by Tim Girvin | Sep 5, 2007 | Diary
Stone, found. I was working with the Reynvaan family on a project for their vineyards, and I’d been walking the ancient stone scattered grounds of their viticultural lands, with them. This land is powerful; this land is their land; this land is at the very heart...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 1, 2007 | Diary
Missed. There’s a missing, in mist. But the beauty lies in what’s not seen, scene, known. What I look for, is what’s not there. But what is there, but not seen. There’s something beneath. All ways. That’s what I look for. Photos by Tim...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 25, 2007 | Diary
The recluse Since I was young, I’ve been attracted to the alone. That is, places that are lonely. And, too, being alone. People say — how can you be alone? Isn’t it…lonely? How can you travel by yourself? While I love being in, with other...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 20, 2007 | Diary
Finding fire. Liquid heat. Isn’t that something, the character of flame, found — licking and consuming; hungry and self nourishing? Shooting fire is a compulsion (along with starting fires). I like the study of fire — watching it closely. But, like...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 20, 2007 | Diary
Note to Greg Furman | The figured wheel by Robert Pinsky G. thanks for sharing this rich piece of writing, soulful, tormented, yet clear, in vista… his sweet self Which he hereby unwillingly and inexpertly gives up, because it is There, figured and pre-figured...
