Nature is never finished.
Artists themselves are not confined, but their output is.
Instead of causing us to remember the past like the old monuments, the new monuments seem to cause us to forget the future
History is a facsimile of events held together by finally biographical information.
Questions about form seem as hopelessly inadequate as questions about content.
Some artists imagine they've got a hold on this apparatus, which in fact has got a hold of them. As a result, they end up supporting a cultural prison that is out of their control