j o h n  r o s

on the train and in the studio… thoughts take shape — in space that is one and corners that take shape… gliding-by simply: in rigid form that is sleep, wake, walk, eat, work, sleep… and, “sell the shit out of art… “
text from: bluebeard by kurt vonnegut.
it was a postwar miracle that did me in. […]

traveling south and back north — of lasting marks — horizon and ever-changing line dividing water and sky — heaven and earth. glimpse of light on the rocking daily voyage to this mecca — silent lay these tiers of hierarchy on soft layers of air — cotton — protected by polypropylene and glassine.
here are […]