The Memory Of What Is Not May

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

A Camera Is Wild In Just About Anybody's Hands, Therefore One Must Set Limits. But Cameras Have A Life Of Their Own. Cameras Care Nothing About Cults Or Isms. They Are Indifferent Mechanical Eyes, Ready To Devour Anything In Sight. They Are Lenses Of The Unlimited Reproduction.

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

Questions About Form Seem As Hopelessly Inadequate As Questions About Content.

Mistakes And Dead-ends Often Mean More To These Artists Than Any Proven Problem