by Tim Girvin | May 31, 2011 | Diary
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...
by Tim Girvin | May 27, 2011 | Diary
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...
