From the top of the quarry cliffs, one could see the New Jersey suburbs bordered by the New York City skyline.

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

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.

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

History is a facsimile of events held together by finally biographical information.

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

Objects in a park suggest static repose rather than any ongoing dialectic. Parks are finished landscapes for finished art .