From The Top Of The Quarry Cliffs,

A Vacant White Room With Lights Is Still A Submission To The Neutral. Works Of Art Seen In Such Spaces Seem To Be Going Through A Kind Of Esthetic Convalescence.

The Scenic Ideals That Surround Even Our National Parks Are Carriers Of A Nostalgia For Heavenly Bliss And Eternal Calmness.

Cultural Confinement Takes Place When A Curator Imposes His Own Limits On An Art Exhibition, Rather Than Asking An Artist To Set His Limits.

Parks Are Idealizations Of Nature, But Nature In Fact Is Not A Condition Of The Ideal.

There Is Something Abominable About Cameras, Because They Possess The Power To Invent Many Worlds. As An Artist Who Has Been Lost In This Wilderness Of Mechanical Reproduction For Many Years, I Do Not Know Which World To Start With. I Have Seen Fellow Artists Driven To The Point Of Frenzy By Photography.