Within You Is The Light Of A

Whatever Power There Is In The Urban Pictures Is Bound To The Closeness With Which They Skirt Banality. For A Shot To Be Good — Suggestive Of More Than Just What It Is — It Has To Come Perilously Near Being Bad, Just A View Of Stuff.

Little Wonder That We. . .find The Old Pictures Of Openness - Pictures Usually Without Any Blur, And Made By What Seems A Ritual Of Patience - Wonderful. They Restore To Us Knowledge Of A Place We Seek But Lose In The Rush Of Our Search. Though To Enjoy Even The Pictures, Much Less The Space Itself, Requires That We Be Still Longer Than Is Our Custom.

I Keep Calling It The I-thought. It's A Thought. There Is No I. This Gives You A Clue.

I Would Welcome The Passing Of The Idea Of Philosophy As Defined By A Method Of Conceptual Analysis. But That Is Not The Passing Of Philosophy, And It Leaves The Philosopher With The Task Of Grasping Natures Or Essences (among Other Things).

Beauty, Which I Admit To Being In Pursuit Of, Is An Extremely Suspect Word Among Many In The Art World. But I Don't Think You Can Get Along Without It. It's The Confirmation Of Meaning In Life.