THE KNOWING POINT
WHAT IS THE POINT OF KNOWING? As I'm walking, I come to the known point. And like the Zen adage -- "right now, in everything that informs me, I know only what I know -- I know nothing more." What that intones is that the grasp of human experience is bound only by the knowledge of what is contained in the instant. In this stand, this stance -- this standing moment -- the in-forming of the instant -- is based only on what is held in that momentum of presence. Standing here, I am at the knowing...
ENTRANCEMENT
THE ENTRANCE TO TRANCE BEING IN BALI, I'd heard about ceremonies of trance -- the dream state of otherworldly reckoning. Being in Bali is a trance -- and surely, it is an entrance to another world. Would that be entrancement? BEING IN A DARK TUNNEL, I was trying to find the way out. Finding the doorway, it said "ENTRANCE" but it was the way out; and I pondered that allegory -- the way in, the way out. AND BEING QUESTIONING, and the trance of entrancement -- entry? Could that be right -- these...
APPROACHING THE CITADEL
IT'S TRUE. As I'm making my way, I am making my way. It's being made, not formed in the abstraction of luck, the luckless and the fated gate of timely portals. Instead -- the path that you take is the path that you make, in the founding find of yourself. When I contemplate movement -- and the emotionality of that stride -- there is fear in approaching the edge of the castle of unknowing. What lies ahead, and what lies beyond that? It is your path that has brought you here -- and in all...
RELENTLESSNESS
I WILL STRIDE, WITHOUT RELENT, UNSTOPPING IN THE TIDE OF TIME -- AND CEASE NOT, THE TURNING SEAS, SIEZE: TILL THE SEASON -- NO MORE. As I contemplate the relentless, it's so -- that the movement of anything, everything, continues, far beyond our own impressions of abatement. While the sense of stopping might be seen in our own experience of death, even so -- all continues. I'm thinking about the rain -- and watching the rippling trillions of drops, passing by as my boat takes me into the...
THE CHIAROSCURO, THE PALIMPSEST, THE SHADOW | STORY ON STORY ON STORY.
Girvin | Rodarte The story on the story in the story -- human | brand layering: passion, fire, color, sensation, context and meaning. There is the seen surface; and there is what lies beneath -- in shadow, use, care, overlay and redrawing. Palimpsest Chiaroscuro Shadow I drew these for the Rodarte brand -- human -- story on story. Brand -- story on story. Girvin | Rodarte When you're considering a story, the legend of reading into path and procession, marvelment and wonder, embracement and...
the word, changed
when I draw this word in the sand, it changed with the time, the softening wind and the tides -- the movement of the world changed that story told, finger in sand. And story became something wondrously new and alive -- until: it vanished. "I wrote the same, but different words." P A S S A L O N G W I T H C A R E There's a story, that's in the story, that is the new story, that could be another story, that is yet another story. In the word, rightly spoken, a string of facts becomes miracle in...
THE MARK
THE DEVICE, THE MESSAGE & THE COMMUNITY While I'm working in Vancouver, I'm looking at a sign, part of one -- and a message. It's not the whole sign, but there is a telling in what remains. I'm thinking about the label -- the mark, the story, the message. As the strategist of design in brand, the passionate storytelling of enterprise and product, it's always the legendary telling, the character of the product(ion,) that draws the community to the relationship -- and it's the mark that...
WOULD YOU LOVE ME?
I'M WALKING, AND LOOKING AT SIGNS OF LOVE. Love signs, and signs of love. There are signs of love -- it's that heat, the blush, the rush of connection and relating -- that "relating" is this, the carrying of a story that becomes heat, passion and the flushing brush of the bird's wing of wild joy. That abandon, that's one of the signs of love. It's a reeling. Love reels, wheeling in the mind and memory of... Love -- reels in. You. Love signs in the sigh, of the shadow of a building (hidden, it...
HOLDING LIGHT
LOVING, THAT LIGHT In the emergence of Dawn, the day aroused, there might be a moment to grasp the light. Hold fast, that beginning. I see that as a metaphor -- how to grasp, and hold firm, gently, in hand and mind, the day. I awake in the dark, but I'm always looking for the light. Spying out, the long horizon, the ridged teeth of the Cascades, the shimmering trees -- the plains casting the dust of morninglight, or the vaulting sky, scraped by buildings -- the stretching perspective of the...
THE MISSION
SHOULD THERE BE A PROMISE FOR THE DAY? Someone said, "how come you're always talking about the promise being part of a mission -- what's that mean?" In any work, the idea of defining a mission might be an intention that suggests the spirit of brand, action, direction, actualization. And, in that mission - how, actually, do people "fit" inside of that missioning? Carrying the mission, going out into the world -- surely, zealous -- that's one attribute of enterprise and experience connection....