Painting, sculpture and architecture are finished, but the art habit continues.
Language operates between literal and metaphorical signification.
History is a facsimile of events held together by finally biographical information.
Cultural confinement takes place when a curator imposes his own limits on an art exhibition, rather than asking an artist to set his limits.
Banal words function as a feeble phenomena that fall into their own mental bogs of meaning.
Artists themselves are not confined, but their output is.
Artists are expected to fit into fraudulent categories.
Art's development should be dialectical and not metaphysical.
Art history is less explosive than the rest of history, so it sinks faster into the pulverized regions of time.
An emotion is suggested and demolished in one glance by certain words.
A work of art when placed in a gallery loses its charge, and becomes a portable object or surface disengaged from the outside world.
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.
Language should find itself in the physical world, and not end up locked in an idea in somebody's head.
Language should be an ever developing procedure and not an isolated occurrence.
I am for an art that takes into account the direct effect of the elements as they exist from day to day apart from representation.