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.

An emotion is suggested and demolished in one glance by certain words.

There is something abominable about cameras, because they possess the power to invent many worlds. As an artist who has been lost in this wilderness of mechanical reproduction for many years, I do not know which world to start with. I have seen fellow artists driven to the point of frenzy by photography.

A work of art when placed in a gallery loses its charge, and becomes a portable object or surface disengaged from the outside world.

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

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.