John is the king of grunge-stained flowers and of sunlight that burns the flesh but cleanses the soul, and of looming industrial architecture, strung together by endless lines of pylons and fathomless ductwork, and of twilit idols, and of trees shot through dirty train windows and blurred into a past of half-forgotten … Read more

John is the king of grunge-stained flowers and of sunlight that burns the flesh but cleanses the soul, and of looming industrial architecture, strung together by endless lines of pylons and fathomless ductwork, and of twilit idols, and of trees shot through dirty train windows and blurred into a past of half-forgotten memories. In his photography, John calls us to face both the world and ourselves, with an unflinching gaze (and under the most unflattering bathroom light we can find). But will we ever be strong enough to meet his challenge?

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