I Am For An Art That Takes

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.

An Emotion Is Suggested And Demolished In One Glance By Certain Words.

Nature Is Never Finished.

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

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.