Noon-day sunshine cinema-ized the site, turning the bridge and the river into an over-exposed picture. Photographing it with my Instamatic 400 was like photographing a photograph. The sun became a monstrous light-bulb that projected a detached series of stills through my Instamatic into my eye.

Establish enigmas, not explanations.

A work of art when placed in a gallery loses its charge, and becomes a portable object or surface disengaged from the outside world.

The slurbs, urban sprawl, and the infinite number, of housing developments of the postwar boom have contributed to the architecture of entropy.

From the top of the quarry cliffs, one could see the New Jersey suburbs bordered by the New York City skyline.

I am for an art that takes into account the direct effect of the elements as they exist from day to day apart from representation.

Painting, sculpture and architecture are finished, but the art habit continues.