Visiting a museum is a matter of going from void to void.
The scenic ideals that surround even our national parks are carriers of a nostalgia for heavenly bliss and eternal calmness.
Banal words function as a feeble phenomena that fall into their own mental bogs of meaning.
Nature does not proceed in a straight line, it is rather a sprawling development.
Art's development should be dialectical and not metaphysical.
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.