In My Photographs It Is Apparent That

There's A Place Beyond Words Where Experience First Occurs To Which I Always Want To Return. I Suspect That Whenever I Articulate My Thoughts Or Translate My Impulses Into Words, I Am Betraying The Real Thoughts And Impulses Which Remain Hidden.

Going Around Under An Umbrella Interferes With One's Looking Up At The Sky.

And Really The Purpose Of Art - For Me, Fiction - Is To Alert, To Indicate To Stop, To Say: Make Certain That When You Rush Through You Will Not Miss The Moment Which You Might Have Had, Or Might Still Have.

I Was Pushing Myself To Extremes In Order To Discover My Many Selves.

In My Photographs It Is Apparent That There Was No Posing At The Moment I Released The Shutter.