History Is Representational, While Time Is Abstract;

Artists Are Expected To Fit Into Fraudulent Categories.

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.

Artists Themselves Are Not Confined, But Their Output Is.

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

The Museum Spreads Its Surfaces Everywhere, And Becomes An Untitled Collection Of Generalizations That Mobilize The Eye.