j o h n  r o s

as we struggle to maintain who we are or what we have become we pause for a time only to come to the realization that nothing matters. our passages through time must be marked, but what significance will any of it have? words help to flow thought and bring out important ideas for the future of visual work. here is something from decemeber, while this site was first being realized…

time was passing in a foggy, dark, dank way. there were people of some importance in the distance and an art show that just seemed fancy, but actually i had seen before. i wondered again, what these pieces were doing on the wall? but i guess it was money and popularity and greed. i’ll get over it. time had passed, then to the “few words room” which i assumed was poetry. as the wall crumbled and the bricks where removed the re-bar was exposed dividing the spaces of light and time… this building was haunted.

again we are confronted with crap, distaste and dissatisfaction. we are all a product of our biggest fears. we are the things we hate the most and the things we try to ignore. i wish i could find some place where there was a small amount of happiness… where time froze for a moment and gave me the ability to look at myself and the world around me. i think i would go crazy, go insane, and then there would be nothing left to pick up. no journey, no trial and no one to help clean up the mess. i sit and see those thoughts around me, bouncing against me and myself. everything seems pointless.