j o h n  r o s

light bouncing off river, piercing through ground to eye, each tangible moment. settling into such a connection in light and reality made the adjacent sounds hum, hovering, vibrating, becoming images onto themselves. marking their existence. what was so exciting about each balancing act between the observed and the fabricated would become the indiscernible quality each began to take on, assimilating for the sake of survival. existence.

soft white light enabled a more gradual and precise wake pattern. the incandescent bulbs had a soft hum of their own, settling in the air a subtle wave pattern, like the sounds, humming three or four beats per minute. steady, gradual and persistent images continued throughout every cycle. back around, found, each segment fired off circuits to feeling. voluminous became each inhale. the exhale would be lighter, filtered and negotiated, flowing out like a visual hum bouncing to and from, gaining momentum.