John Lehtonen

Two circles move in not-quite unison; a camera tracks a car which, later, tracks a track, all forced contact and slow speed, velocity crying out for inerlia like friendship, a time aparl in the digital flow of perpetual motion to talk and listen and know, where history sits calmly and speaks slowly as a tangent-you have to pick precisely the right angle, as he picks precisely the right word, and stick with it...