j o h n  r o s

again, painting has come to a form of unconscious recording. time’s passing efforts that seem fleeting are unforgiving. painting is purpose and life — art is reason. through time and reason we move onward and discover our inadequacies.

we find comfort in the familiar. time passes and our impressions fade as we mark time with the importance of value and meaning. the void lingers. the mark of existence is measured through achievement not success. time looms aware of the trials when we must be confronted and take responsibility for our lack of humanness.

time, outside of memory, is the only thing we cannot undo. decisions must be made with that in mind.

when time is lost memory kicks in, but what is memory without time well spent.