Tim Girvin

Everyone has a powerful connection to their mothers. My mother, Lila Lee Shaw Girvin died this past week. And it called into contemplation all of the things that one thinks about in death—of anyone near. You’re thinking, “they were here, now they’re gone. Forever.”

Finding joy in aligning symbology with the poetry of experience, 

memory and storytelling, meaning and discovery. 

There is something metaphorically symbolic about the wave.  

In the waves — 

the big ones, the farther out set, 

 what I call the third tier of rollers — 

I find unbridled...