RobRoss.ca

More people are awakening from their intellectual slumber. Thanks, in part, to the internet, everything can now be dissected and dismantled, and put back together with a hammer and velvet gloves.

We have all become contemporary artists, reshaping our world in to a beautiful statue with a fucked up face. The body now a modern array, some semblance of order... our constructs rise towards the heavens; our tributes to our narcissism fall well short - they are impressive though. We glean meaning in our designs.

We treat the statue as sacred, unmovable, unchangeable. We marry those lies, and celebrate the union each and every day through prayer; drawn to the ease of slumber and sweet dreams.