Visiting a museum is a matter of going from void to void.

Let's face it, the human eye is clumsy, sloppy, and unintelligible when compared to the camera's eye.

History is a facsimile of events held together by finally biographical information.

The scenic ideals that surround even our national parks are carriers of a nostalgia for heavenly bliss and eternal calmness.

A vacant white room with lights is still a submission to the neutral. Works of art seen in such spaces seem to be going through a kind of esthetic convalescence.

Instead of causing us to remember the past like the old monuments, the new monuments seem to cause us to forget the future

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