CRAZY DANCE
Photo by Dawn Clark IN THE OPENING OF ANY DAY THE IDEA OF BEING SLIGHTLY CRAZY SETS THE PACE FOR WHAT COULD BE CELEBRATING THE GRANDEST BREATH IN. OR -- EXHALING YOUR LAST. You never know. It's not that every day could have a crazy dance, but most should -- starting a springing: sprung, in the origin of creative movement might be a good strategy for the inspiration of any Dawn. Dawn comes, but once a day -- perhaps she should be celebrated. Walking the bitter cold, writhing iced winds at that...
THE LADDER OF THE EARTH
Photo by Tim Girvin WALKING LONG, THIS PATH When I look out to the horizon, I can see that there is a ladder, it's the sequence of step, on step, on step: wrung rung -- but while it's flat on the earth, I'm dreaming that it's going skyward. Every rung, each stride, takes one past the plane of present, in the next plateau, a plain -- crosses higher, farther out, beyond where we just were. Looking out, the drawn perspective of the ladder, in the imagining of that sequencing, that imagination of...
THE OPENING DREAM
Photo by Tim Girvin While there is swing, and drift, the calligraphy of the black wing -- like the curling path of the Raven, there in the morninglight, with the spatter of rain, the sun just glimmers through. I can only dream that today will reveal something remarkable -- something, literally -- to re-mark, to notate, to scribe in the movements that might -- in the alphabetic legacy, reach back 600 years. Or in the rhythm running the thread of time -- re-mark something 2000 years back. Any...
THE TUNNEL
Photo by Tim Girvin DARK, THEN LIGHT. AGAIN. I'm going from dark, to light -- then back again. I'm walking into the dark time; then back to the light time. But any path, light, and dark -- that is the Beauty way. You wind, and turn, enter and egress -- and keep going. To the Beauty. I'm thinking about the rhythm of experience -- the ups and downs, ins and outs, the good and the bad -- and the perpetual tunnel that reveals, then disappears. Walking anywhere, there are moments when the light...
SPIRE, INSPIRED
Photo by Tim Girvin Walking the desert, north of the Apache lands, Arizona Out in the scrabble, the high light of the desert highlands -- the cactus plains, I thought about the ancient ways, the long walk. These journeys -- seeing the Navajo, out in the middle of nowhere -- I recall their figures, simmering in the mirage heat. Walking -- wherefrom? Wither to? It reminds of of other journeys -- traveling the roads round Kailash in Tibet, where pilgrims wander the sacred ways in absolution,...
THE SWIRLING PATH
Photo by Tim Girvin WITH THE TRACERY OF FINGER STROKE I'm drawing on light, the smooth sheen of glass -- pouring the blackest, aged India Ink, some decades old -- a collection of bottles from the past. And that spreads a pool of raven spatters, swirled in a whorl with my fingers, as tools -- drafting the spin of tornados. From there, the heat of the glass surface dries the pigment, as the powders combine to outline the center of the storm. But in the center of any stormway, there is always the...
THE LIGHT BEHIND THE EYES
Photo by Tim Girvin SEEING YOU, MOONLIT I think of you, with the light behind your eyes, the luminous gaze of meaning -- that which lies beneath, that which comes from within. I think of you, the being that you are, builder and maker of dreams, worker in the other worlds traveler in that -- seldom seen. I think of you, the moon lit, gatherer of the wondrous, that story which might be told in the volution, the spinning out -- new realms. I think of you, as I watch the movement of the moon, I...
FREE
Photo by Tim Girvin I contemplate the idea of free. I'd written a piece on that -- working with Chris Anderson (Wired), the notion of free as an enticement to relationship development. I designed the cover to that issue: Free! Be free and show freely to your world -- but to his thinking, the concept of free was more so to offering things for free to begin connection with relationships. If you start off with nothing, then use that as the foundation, making connections with people, then you'll...
The Tower of Babel
Photo by Tim Girvin approaching the corridors of power, the mysteries of the quest... Sent from my GirviPhone
ACTION
Photo by Tim Girvin SOMETIMES, THE DRIVE FORTH OVERWHELMS THE SEEING. Over the last couple of weeks, the idea of doing anything but working has been far from my mind. People have commented -- "where is he?" Just working. Acting. Hard, round the proverbial clock, trying to meet a convergent storm of projects, aligning at just the right instant -- the vortex, perfected. That idea of active -- the act of moving, has some interesting side bars, reaching back. The bridge to the present is merely "a...