Parks are idealizations of nature, but nature in fact is not a condition of the ideal.
As long as cameras are around no artist will be free of bewilderment.
Nature is never finished.
Artists themselves are not confined, but their output is.
Museums are tombs, and it looks like everything is turning into a museum.
One's mind and the earth are in a constant state of erosion, mental rivers wear away abstract banks, brain waves undermine cliffs of thought, ideas decompose into stones of unknowing, and conceptual crystallizations break apart into deposits of gritty reason.