Mimi Thompson: There seems to be a romantic notion in your work—a search for purity of form, of an ideal state.
Roni Horn: I don’t know about purity.
MT: Few of us do.
RH: I see these objects that I produce as existing in a very impure world, fraught with entropy and dirt. But the impurity does not come from the dirt. That is, the world is also fraught with Plato, so to speak. (The world is a kind of hybrid or amalgamation of these forms. An impurity with pure elements.)
—BOMB 28/Summer 1989