Even In The Deepest Love Relationship -

A Photograph Of A Woman Crying Tells Me Nothing About Grief. Or A Photograph Of A Woman Ecstatic Tells Me Nothing About Ecstasy. What Is The Nature Of These Emotions? The Problem With Photography Is That It Only Deals With Appearances.

Taking Photographs And Writing Is My Way Of Saying I Was Here, I Saw This, I Felt This, I Heard This.

Most Portraits Are Lies. People Are Rarely What They Appear To Be, Especially In Front Of A Camera. You Might Know Me Your Entire Lifetime And Never Reveal Yourself To Me. To Interpret Wrinkles As Character Is Insult Not Insight.

I Never Went To A Photography School, Which Was My Saving Grace.

If I Indulge Myself And Surrender To Memory, I Can Still Feel The Knot Of Excitement That Gripped Me As I Turned The Corner Into Rue Mimosas, Looking For The House Of Rene Magritte. It Was August, 1965. I Was 33 Years Old And About To Meet The Man Whose Profound And Witty Surrealist Paintings Had Contradicted My Assumptions About Photography.