To me, self-description is a calamity.

Make something, a kind of object, which as it changes or falls apart (dies as it were) or increases in its parts (grows as it were) offers no clue as to what its state or form or nature was at any previous time. Physical and Metaphysical. Obstinacy. Could this be a useful object?

One likes to think that one anticipates changes in the spaces we inhabit, and our ideas about space.

To be an artist you have to give up everything, including the desire to be a good artist.

When something is new to us, we treat it as an experience. We feel that our senses are awake and clear. We are alive.

Intention involves such a small fragment of our consciousness and of our mind and of our life.

I have meant what I have done. Or I have often meant what I have done. Or I have sometimes meant what I have done. Or I have tried to mean what I was doing.