Art history is less explosive than the rest of history, so it sinks faster into the pulverized regions of time.

Cultural confinement takes place when a curator imposes his own limits on an art exhibition, rather than asking an artist to set his limits.

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.

Instead of causing us to remember the past like the old monuments, the new monuments seem to cause us to forget the future

Museums are tombs, and it looks like everything is turning into a museum.

A work of art when placed in a gallery loses its charge, and becomes a portable object or surface disengaged from the outside world.

Artists themselves are not confined, but their output is.

Banal words function as a feeble phenomena that fall into their own mental bogs of meaning.

Nature does not proceed in a straight line, it is rather a sprawling development.

Establish enigmas, not explanations.

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.

The logical feebleness of science is not sufficiently borne in mind. It keeps down the weed of superstition, not by logic but by slowly rendering the mental soil unfit for its cultivation.

The only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldy enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.

Any problem can be made clearer with a picture, and any picture can be created using the same set of tools and rules.

It's always just a great thing to see your kids connecting and you see the different stages.

People hate what they don't understand and try to destroy it.

A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room as forThy laws Makes it and th'action fine.

There's nothing that will change someone's moral outlook quicker than cash in large sums.

Then Circled by the golden light of God's Presence and His promise, Paul and Sierra walked side by side along the trail that lead tward the campus and on tward their Future

My wife and I just prefer Seattle. It's a beautiful city. Great setting. You open your front door in the morning and the air smells like pine and the sea, as opposed to bus exhaust.

Photography is a demanding action sport. The light can change so quickly. I often find myself sprinting so that I can catch the perfect light falling on a photogenic subject.