“Order is, at one and the same time, that which is given in things as their inner law, the hidden network that determines the way they confront one another, and also that which has no existence except in the grid created by a glance, and examination, a language: and it is only in the blank spaces of this grid that order manifests itself in depth as though already there, waiting in silence for the moment of its expression.”
Michael Foucault, The Order of Things
“There are no solids. There are no things. There are only interfering and non-interfering patterns operative in pure principle, and principles are eternal”.
“I’m in favor of an art that does something other than just sit on its ass in a museum.”