Nature does not proceed in a straight line, it is rather a sprawling development.
A work of art when placed in a gallery loses its charge, and becomes a portable object or surface disengaged from the outside world.
Questions about form seem as hopelessly inadequate as questions about content.
Artists themselves are not confined, but their output is.
Language should be an ever developing procedure and not an isolated occurrence.
Objects in a park suggest static repose rather than any ongoing dialectic. Parks are finished landscapes for finished art .