A vacant white room with lights is still a submission to the neutral. Works of art seen in such spaces seem to be going through a kind of esthetic convalescence.

The memory of what is not may be better than the amnesia of what is.

Establish enigmas, not explanations.

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

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

Language should find itself in the physical world, and not end up locked in an idea in somebody's head

Noon-day sunshine cinema-ized the site, turning the bridge and the river into an over-exposed picture. Photographing it with my Instamatic 400 was like photographing a photograph. The sun became a monstrous light-bulb that projected a detached series of stills through my Instamatic into my eye.