I can recall this discussion, a long time back, decades ago, about the concept of oysterlight. And it took me a long time to think about, to understand, what that meant. The light of the oyster. Oyster'd light. Cloister light? It was with my mother, and Kenneth Callahan. And it was out at the coast, some workshop, his shore and dune bound studio -- some exposure of hers, to them. Kenneth and his wife. She was the finisher. She'd tell him when things were done. So too, the art of Fuchs -- his...

There was a woman, the mother of my children, my former wife, who was born, decades ago, this day. 2.9.55. She passed, sadly for us all, a couple of years back. Many hold happy memories of her. I keep hearing that. Liked and loved. And, looking back, I remember that sense of happy times, free from struggle. Hold that. There were surely darker times for us all. But that's merely what it is. Dark, light, and the grey in between. And in walking the island, I came to a place of memory. Long ago,...

Creative action | reaction 1.18.08 How to work? How do I work? How do you work? A conversation in exploring creative development with ModeStudios Robert Bonniol. How is it that sometimes the first idea is the most compelling, as a designer in process? What happens in the beginnings of creative exploration and inspiration? I think that at this moment, something rather amazing happens, in terms of cognition. And I'm guessing that this is where Malcolm Gladwell are exploring things, creative...

It's another year, since Matthew's death. And I've got him all around me, so I'm okay with knowing that loss. That is what it comes to -- how long it takes to really know that loss. You can hear about it, you can see it, even -- but when do you know it? ---- I think about the passing as I contemplate the passage -- every step, a portal; every stride, an advancement; every moment, a turning -- into the sight of something newly seen. That's what I remember; that's what I focus on, looking...

Hello. 2008. Goodbye. 2007. I believe, in a way, that numbers symbolize something beneath the quickly seen calculation. Personally -- I love the 8.   And I love drawing the 8. Collecting 8s. Last year, the outward spiral of the 9 spoke to the movement of that year, now past. 2007 (2+7) = the 9. This year, to a numerological casting, is a 10, 2+8. That, a powerful number -- the 1, the 0. For the designer, it's about the combination of everything that design is -- the straight, the true line;...

Design, in beauty -- is where the application is all the more wondrous. Happiest, holidays -- to you: tsg | nyc+seattle - Times Square, New York Before the ball drops in Times Square, the Big Apple turns on its holiday charm with the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center.  This snow-globe-worthy scene celebrates its 75th anniversary this season. Nations Capitol, Washington, DC The Capitol Christmas tree in Washington, D.C., is decorated with 3,000 ornaments that are the handiwork of U.S....

stormringer .... Out -- storm rings close. I savor the storm. As my life thrives in finding that calm. At the center -- chaos swirls round -- sit watch wait for what passes. Be cause. Live true. Show freely. That face -- found dark; earn light. And it shall pass. New unto you now. --- tsg | stormfinder

winddrift stormbound I sense you in the mist. the long night seen out, only so far, white. out, where the air culls sea scent, found. and known, that calling spun from the gust and foamed curl of every wave. cast, sings your name in the darkness of the blackwhite morning, scene in my eyes. that, wet in the fury of the rain, teared so my sight glistens, light glows and quivers, as my heart reaches out. in the imagining of you, there -- standing out in the alone, rippling from the distant. sea,...

I went striding. Alone. In the chill amidst the challenges of that, this current life, living, they are there glaring, dark. It is, all ways, good to hold your self; and remember that you are alive amidst the beauty of things that emerge, in presence. That you can see, through the pain of what travail you might find, we all have found, some thing beyond, that now comes. Found, sensed there, that glimmer of light, that sparkles sure, pure -- known, the darkness. And beauty, regained. A lived...

Lines of thought: sight lines 11.28 | NYC ..... What about lines? I've been thinking about them. And they're everywhere. Obviously. But what I'm curious about is the patterning of the line  -- and what lies in the heart of the line. How's it made? What gesture within? And the designed line. And each of us has our own line -- drawn, made, fated, defined. There was a time, this past month, when it seems like things were, literally, aligned. Or at least, it seemed like it. I shot them in this...