I am ALWAYS a site-specific installation, WHEREVER I go.
Accusation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Reading one’s journal-y scribblings from just over a year ago, wondering “who was he and what was his problem anyway?”
The meaning of the traditions is in the combination of their discontinuities.
Falling and beauty are synonymous, and when they’re not they should be.
I looked in the mirror and cried uncontrollably because I couldn’t start screaming.
I looked in the mirror and screamed uncontrollably because I couldn’t start crying.
Having an identity is equivalent to worshipping the State.
This is a translation.
Authority is not legitimacy.