by Tim Girvin | Nov 9, 2006 | Diary
Good morning. That title…I thought that would catch your attention. I’d thought about the idea of using fire for paintings and art. Then flame in the context of signing. Fire signs, why not? Signed / singed by fire? Why not? Smoke rubbed art? There are...
by Tim Girvin | Jul 11, 2011 | Diary
A PLACE OF MEDITATION; AND A MEDITATION ON PLACE: ST. IGNATIUS | SEATTLE UNIVERSITY An urban ark: a place of transport, safety and preservation of tradition and recollection. I’VE TRAVELED the world, exploring spiritual sites (and sights) from the Jokhang temple...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 24, 2011 | Diary
In Portland, last night, I could see the glimmer of the moon, fullish — hidden in the mists of the late sky; there were no stars to be seen — except straight up, in the darkest part of the arc of misted blackness. I was thinking about the moon, her...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 19, 2011 | Diary
To the wood, the physical practice of chopping wood is the distinction from the hard, and blood scenting brace of cold iron — the blade of the ax — to the splitting wet of the wood that is new, and just fallen. And older timbers, that have lain, warmed and...
by Tim Girvin | Jun 29, 2008 | Diary
What sense, am I? I am, what — sense? “Hornkostel cites a tribe that has a separate word for seeing, but employs a common term for hearing, tasting, smelling, and touching.” [A.G. Engstrom, “Philological Quarterly,” XXV, 1946] I wonder...
