The line.

by | Nov 4, 2006 | Diary

The line I think that we visualize a line, passing through space because we place it there. Line scribes a line, threading between what is seen and experienced what is known and unknown, but the real question is this a knotted line of imagining, this seeing that we...

I’m looking for the X.

by | Nov 4, 2006 | Diary

I’ve been looking at, collecting X. Why, you might ask. It’s one of those things that you uncover from your memory — something past and misted. But there. The X is an ancient symbol — so old, its origin is forgotten. But what is it? It is the...

Storm surge

by | Nov 3, 2006 | Diary

There’s been wild and raging storms, surging up the coast — gale winds, ripping rains. Then, silence. I look out over the waters, and it’s still as ever, so quiet, it’s like there’s nothing there. Beyond the sighting cairn, the triangular...

Puma stretching Ferrari

by | Nov 3, 2006 | Diary

I was working back east, around Princeton and elsewhere out there, and came to this new modeling for Puma.  I really like the floors, which seem like they are made of some kind of silvery slop, hardened. And there are other really strange materials as well —...

scent.

by | Nov 2, 2006 | Diary

scented this, darling? I’m loving this, more: Dzongkha, L’Artisan Parfumeur. Or Timbuktu. 

by | Nov 1, 2006 | Diary

Quiet, the silent twins, mingled. They must be out wandering… Wishing well, all hallows day. tsg | princeton