Cultural confinement takes place when a curator imposes his own limits on an art exhibition, rather than asking an artist to set his limits.

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.

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

Nature does not proceed in a straight line, it is rather a sprawling development.

Artists are expected to fit into fraudulent categories.

I am for an art that takes into account the direct effect of the elements as they exist from day to day apart from representation.

Visiting a museum is a matter of going from void to void.