What Love Lays Bare In

The Lover's Fatal Identity Is Precisely This: I Am The One Who Waits.

Eiffel Saw His Tower In The Form Of A Serious Object, Rational, Useful; Men Return It To Him In The Form Of A Great Baroque Dream Which Quite Naturally Touches On The Borders Of The Irrational ... Architecture Is Always Dream And Function, Expression Of A Utopia And Instrument Of A Convenience.

The Necessary Condition For An Image Is Sight.

Where You Are Tender, You Speak Your Plural.

A Picture Is Never Anything But Its Own Plural Description.