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The Handmade Journey | Calligraphy

Sometimes you go back to go forward There’s a noun that is oftentimes used in contemporary parlance: “creatives,” as a description for those that work in creative and maker space. It’s an interesting idea, using an adjective as a noun, but it works. I was sitting at a...

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Look out, look up, look in

PRINCIPLES OF ABOVENESS THE STATE OF WOWNESS* IN THE NATURE OF SEEING, THERE ARE DIRECTIONS – THE VECTORING OF PLACE AND SITE, SIGHT SEEN AND UNSEEN. BUT IT DOES COME DOWN TO THE LOOKING – AND THE LISTENING IN THE LOOK. AS ONE STUDIES ANYTHING, THERE IS THE REACH BACK...

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Wowness | The Condition of Wow

What is wow? Girvin image above: a streetside wow, cast iron, Queen Anne Hill, Seattle. I was writing a proposal and overview for a client. And I used the opening: Wow! That was the first word. I contemplated that, an opening — wow! What is that? I was thinking about...

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Soul Finding

BEARING YOUR SOUL DIGGING IN FOR THE SOUL OF BRANDS I was writing a piece, earlier today, on the concept of baring — that idea of revealing, versus the other similarly sounding expression of bearing — which is more like “carrying” something. To bare, to lay open,...

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Night is drawing nigh, drawing at night

Working at Night — Night is Drawing Nigh Working at night, working at candlelight. Seeing by fire. Some nights back, as I was on the farther shore, waiting for the night boat to come crossing, I was drawing in the dark, with light. Dawn was shooting these images, with...

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The Whorl Stone — the Rock That Turns

THE STONE THAT TURNS AND TURNS AGAIN. When a map becomes clear, there’s a path that could be drawn. It might not be for all to see. Others might see it, take those fragile steps into the unknown — and some: never again venture into the risk of the unseen, the...

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The Turning Path

WHICH WAY, GO YOU? THE TURNING PATH THE PATH THAT TURNS, AND TURNS AGAIN. EVERY TIME, BACK TO A PLACE. SNOW IS FALLING. A DEEPER COLD EMERGES. And, in the blinding snow, the sun is so bright that the trees are lit from beneath, it’s a brilliant day. Light filled. Out...

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