Art's development should be dialectical and not metaphysical.

As long as cameras are around no artist will be free of bewilderment.

Questions about form seem as hopelessly inadequate as questions about content.

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.

Language should find itself in the physical world, and not end up locked in an idea in somebody's head

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.

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