Cultural Confinement Takes Place When A Curator

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.

Banal Words Function As A Feeble Phenomena That Fall Into Their Own Mental Bogs Of Meaning.

History Is A Facsimile Of Events Held Together By Finally Biographical Information.

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.

Artists Themselves Are Not Confined, But Their Output Is.