Establish enigmas, not explanations.

As long as cameras are around no artist will be free of bewilderment.

Museums are tombs, and it looks like everything is turning into a museum.

A camera is wild in just about anybody's hands, therefore one must set limits. But cameras have a life of their own. Cameras care nothing about cults or isms. They are indifferent mechanical eyes, ready to devour anything in sight. They are lenses of the unlimited reproduction.

Photographs are the results of a diminution of solar energy, and the camera is an entropic machine for recording gradual loss of light.

Art history is less explosive than the rest of history, so it sinks faster into the pulverized regions of time.

The scenic ideals that surround even our national parks are carriers of a nostalgia for heavenly bliss and eternal calmness.