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

The museums and parks are graveyards above the ground- congealed memories of the past that act as a pretext for reality.

One's mind and the earth are in a constant state of erosion, mental rivers wear away abstract banks, brain waves undermine cliffs of thought, ideas decompose into stones of unknowing, and conceptual crystallizations break apart into deposits of gritty reason.

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

Some artists imagine they've got a hold on this apparatus, which in fact has got a hold of them. As a result, they end up supporting a cultural prison that is out of their control

One day the photograph is going to become even more important than it is now.... But I am not particularly an advocate of the photograph.

There is something abominable about cameras, because they possess the power to invent many worlds. As an artist who has been lost in this wilderness of mechanical reproduction for many years, I do not know which world to start with. I have seen fellow artists driven to the point of frenzy by photography.