The Museums And Parks Are

A Vacant White Room With Lights Is Still A Submission To The Neutral. Works Of Art Seen In Such Spaces Seem To Be Going Through A Kind Of Esthetic Convalescence.

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.

History Is A Facsimile Of Events Held Together By Finally Biographical Information.

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