excerpt from catalog essay by Monroe Denton
This space has mixed together the worlds represented by the banks of that river, so they don't alternate, but speak a new language, neither exclusively of surplus, luxury, the "art" world, nor of the gritty realities of the "projects" and government’s "benign neglect," but of possibilities. The boundaries of my cube carry the historian's consolation: that a man who dies at the age of thirty-six is at all points in his life a man who dies at age thirty-six the god-like predictability of our function. But, Socrates Park isn't history yet. With a cumulative budget that would not sustain most cultural projects for even one season, it has provided financial aid and exhibition space to over a hundred artists, occasional employment to several hundred, flower and art works to those who wish to play into the space — to surrender the power of the answer and enter the flowing, questioning search of the Socratic dialogue.