As long as cameras are around no artist will be free of bewilderment.

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.

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

Painting, sculpture and architecture are finished, but the art habit continues.

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

Language thus becomes monumental because of the mutations of advertising