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 crossing; it is the crossroads, it is the place in which paths merge, lines connect, mysteries emanate.
I can recall being in Bali, and there was a ceremony at the crossroads — for them, it’s a path of collision and danger; the leyak roost there, demons haunt these grounds. Make offerings, then the crossroads are appeased.
There is the symbolism of the cross in Christ — the ancient crucifix being an X.
I started with stones.
Photos by Tim Girvin
Then watching for others, seeing others, contemplating their magic, their mystery. It continues. So that by now, I’ve got hundreds of them. What to do — xplore: more.
This one, in light:
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