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

Painting, sculpture and architecture are finished, but the art habit continues.

Nature is never finished.

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.

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

A work of art when placed in a gallery loses its charge, and becomes a portable object or surface disengaged from the outside world.

Abstraction is everybody's zero but nobody's nought.