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.

Noon-day sunshine cinema-ized the site, turning the bridge and the river into an over-exposed picture. Photographing it with my Instamatic 400 was like photographing a photograph. The sun became a monstrous light-bulb that projected a detached series of stills through my Instamatic into my eye.

Abstraction is everybody's zero but nobody's nought.

From the top of the quarry cliffs, one could see the New Jersey suburbs bordered by the New York City skyline.

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

Language operates between literal and metaphorical signification

Artists are expected to fit into fraudulent categories.