Clodagh

I’d met with Clodagh in the 80s.

She was starting, I was starting.

Now, interestingly, after all this time, the size of her group, the size of our group, is about the same. Both of us got big, then smaller, leaner.

But Clodagh’s modeling is substantially different than my own — that is, she’s a designer, she’s licensed her ideas, she’s written books and she’s got contractual leveraging in her offerings — she designs, she implements, she integrates, she sells.

But aside from all that creative intelligence, I’d offer that the key for me, the cairnstone for her, the song to alignment is –the profoundly human, warming characteristic of her work, her experience, and what she’s created.

That is:

humane

warmth

resonant

vibrant

sensate

care full

relevant, now, as then.

In being there, at her studios and galleries on Broadway and Broad, NYC, I saw things there that could’ve come from Girvin. The glazed and polished walls, the Mexican mining wheels, the older meditative arts, the sculptures of oiled and bamboo, mixed with stone, river rocks flowing, the textured walls — the scrim light, shadow, long conference tables, textured in message.

I resonated there. And I resonated with her.

In the end, the perfect gesture to connection was this one little thing.

A card with a signature, the striking obverse crimson, delicately, yet precisely sprinkled typography. Ours.

And the story shall unfold.

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