The Book of John, follows a man in the pandemic era retreating to Randolph, Utah. A sparsely populated area near the Wyoming border. The vast majority of the residents are conservative, god-fearing Mormons. They raise cattle, yield crops and ride horses. Choosing to live a simple life, to mind their own business. The home in which John now resides was purchased in an estate sale, leaving it as the previous tenants had. Furniture that had been passed down, generation to generation. The portraits of the original builders of the home still hang on the wall, the last surviving member of the original handcart company which had trekked to Utah. These items are left in place out of respect to the people that had come before him. An ode to the spirit world, the ghosts that still reside there.
John is a truly unique individual whose dream life is equally adhered to as his waking life. Leading him to live in a place that sometimes finds itself between the veil of reality and surreality, passing between dream and nightmare. John is a spiritual man raised in the shadow of the LDS church. A one time member, now he finds himself on a road of constant spiritual investigation. This landscape is a mirror of that journey, providing beauty, while reminding the people that live there of the contract that is death. A balance is always struck there. Light and dark, life and death, are always dancing together.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. There was a man sent from God whose name was John. He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all might believe. He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light.”
-John 1:5-8.
