The Memory Of What Is

As Long As Cameras Are Around No Artist Will Be Free Of Bewilderment.

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.

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

From The Top Of The Quarry Cliffs, One Could See The New Jersey Suburbs Bordered By The New York City Skyline.

Artists Are Expected To Fit Into Fraudulent Categories.