Visiting a museum is a matter of going from void to void.

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

The museum spreads its surfaces everywhere, and becomes an untitled collection of generalizations that mobilize the eye.

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.

When a finished work of 20th century sculpture is placed in an 18th century garden, it is absorbed by the ideal representation of the past, thus reinforcing political and social values that are no longer with us.

Artists are expected to fit into fraudulent categories.