Banal words function as a feeble phenomena that fall into their own mental bogs of meaning.

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

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

Establish enigmas, not explanations.

Parks are idealizations of nature, but nature in fact is not a condition of the ideal.

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.

Mistakes and dead-ends often mean more to these artists than any proven problem