"When you wake up, with the remains of a paradise half-seen in dreams, hanging down over you like the hair on someone who's been drowned...."
- Julio Cortazar, Hopscotch
"If I catch you drawing or painting Tommy, I'll skin you with a blunt rake. Art and religion and drink. All of them ruin to a poor lad. Leave'em to the millionaires that can afford to go to the devil first-class all the way. You've got to work for your living."
- Joyce Cary, The Horse's Mouth
(Kurt) Christian creates discrete objects that exist apart from his acts that created them. He does not relegate them to second-class, by-product status because of some inclusion in some conceptual schemata. They convey a Cheshire Cat sense of lingering presence, an adjunct of aura that, in this case,translates into curiosity and bewonderment. They hold their place on the wall and command the respect of a little attention. And if that doesn't mean something, then meaning has been spin-doctored out of existence.
James Scarborough
NY Arts Magazine
March 2001