I Wanted So Much To Write That

Whether He Is An Artist Or Not, The Photographer Is A Joyous Sensualist, For The Simple Reason That The Eye Traffics In Feelings, Not In Thoughts.

I Think There Is A Period Of Esthetic Discovery That Happens To A Man And He Can Do All Sorts Of Things At White Heat.

When You Say Documentary, You Have To Have A Sophisticated Ear To Receive That Word. It Should Be Documentary Style, Because Documentary Is Police Photography Of A Scene And A Murder ... That's A Real Document. You See, Art Is Really Useless, And A Document Has Use. And Therefore, Art Is Never A Document, But It Can Adopt That Style. I Do It. I'm Called A Documentary Photographer. But That Presupposes A Quite Subtle Knowledge Of This Distinction.

It Is Easy To Imagine Fantasy As Physical And Myth As Real. We Do It Almost Every Moment. We Do This As We Dream, As We Think, And As We Cope With The World About Us. But These Worlds Of Fantasy That We Form Into The Solid Things Around Us Are The Source Of Our Discontent. They Inspire Our Search To Find Ourselves.

The Photographs Are Not Illustrative. They, And The Text, Are Coequal, Mutually Independent, And Fully Collaborative. By Their Fewness, And By The Importance Of The Reader’s Eye, This Will Be Misunderstood By Most Of That Minority Which Does Not Wholly Ignore It. In The Interests, However, Of The History And Future Of Photography, That Risk Seems Irrelevant, And This Flat Statement Necessary.