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.

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

Visiting a museum is a matter of going from void to void.

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.

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.

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