"Beauty is just kind of an accident. Beauty is just a happenstance. Beauty is the remainders of being a painter."
"This piece stands as a metaphor for the struggle of intellectuals all over the world. Here are a hundred flowers being subjected to contradictory forces. When you enter the space, some flowers will be alive, some struggling, some dead. Fed with water and light, they’re being killed by strong winds and cold. I’m interested in the audience witnessing some dead flowers when they enter the freezer-like structure, and feeling what the plants feel. It’s another metaphor to involve the public in an active and physical way, to move them to make intellectual projections. Intellectuals may die- they may be suppressed- but ideas never die."
- Alfredo Jaar