One Day The Photograph Is Going To

Abstraction Is Everybody's Zero But Nobody's Nought.

When A Finished Work Of 20th Century Sculpture Is Placed In An 18th Century Garden, It Is Absorbed By The Ideal Representation Of The Past, Thus Reinforcing Political And Social Values That Are No Longer With Us

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.

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

History Is Representational, While Time Is Abstract; Both Of These Artifices May Be Found In Museums, Where They Span Everybody's Own Vacancy