The artist is a strange being. I think it's safe to say that a real artist is conscious of having a personal singularity that is partly a blessing and partly a curse. An artist enjoys and suffers from isolation. As solitude, isolation can nurture. It can also destroy.

Beauty is a physiological reaction. Beauty is not an object.

Smithson was someone of tremendous significance whose work was not beautiful at all. I think he was an iconoclast.

Artists are sometimes in a position to tell the truth, but they're positioned as a Cassandra. They're gifted with impeccable prophecy and the assurance of never being listened to.

Beauty makes us more like ourselves and more like each other.

Black and white can show how something is. Color adds how it is, imbued with temperatures and humidities of experience.

I can do pretty good work in various short forms, but anything over 1400 words, I'd be of no use. I like to say I'm a river navigator. I need to see the shore behind the shore.