A camera is wild in just about anybody's hands, therefore one must set limits. But cameras have a life of their own. Cameras care nothing about cults or isms. They are indifferent mechanical eyes, ready to devour anything in sight. They are lenses of the unlimited reproduction.
Language should be an ever developing procedure and not an isolated occurrence.
As long as cameras are around no artist will be free of bewilderment.
Mistakes and dead-ends often mean more to these artists than any proven problem
Painting, sculpture and architecture are finished, but the art habit continues.
Questions about form seem as hopelessly inadequate as questions about content.