j o h n  r o s

morning stretch downhill and it’s thirsty counterpart back in evening. rocking to sleep, hypnotizing — back and forth –
gentle, gentile…
siphoning through in ordered chaos, thrusting forward and inward. beauty found in the home of nest — self, face turned; avoiding; unseen.
mounding efforts in endless space — the studio expands itself to walls of […]

something from the oeuvre or to steps right, west, downhill… there seemed little else to do for this remnant, lost in time and memory — nostalgia in subtleties and repetition — loss and the search.
in hiatus steps shuffled forgetting the starting point of the one before, however the obsessions would underlie, maintaining the absence and […]