by Tim Girvin | Apr 10, 2007 | Diary
For maybe some 25 years I’ve been collecting zenga. These are the paintings of Zen masters. They are of the haboku style, which is the most captivating, to my aesthetic, which is called “broken ink”. It’s about saying something in nothing....
by Tim Girvin | Apr 9, 2007 | Diary
There’s something simple to the concept of the balanced stone, what can be, what can line up, what balance there might be. I’ve found this one thing. That the more you balance, the more you sense the balance. That is — balance more, and more is...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 9, 2007 | Diary
VOCATUS ATQUE NON VOCATUS DEUS ADERIT {Invoked or not invoked, the god is present.} Carl Gustav Jung And what god is t(here)? The god of mist, of rain, of the ancient tree, the corvid call — and what can be found in all; and what can be found in nothing. And...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 9, 2007 | Diary
3.25.06 Cairn of lavastone | Mt. Merapi | Java obviate \OB-vee-ayt\, transitive verb: To prevent by interception; to anticipate and dispose of or make unnecessary. Obviate derives from Latin obviare, “to meet or encounter,” from ob viam, “placed or...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 7, 2007 | Diary
Today, in the river that runs out side the house, there was so much silent sound that the air hung like a band of smoke that balanced on the stone, that pointed to sky, oyster light reflecting what’s up, below. Like it is. All ways. Like...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 7, 2007 | Diary
Her(e) She’s always her(e), but being here, you can’t always see her. But I’m always looking for, and at her. Just like I do with the Sun. Living where I do, part of the time, you can’t see either. But you can do one thing — and that is,...
