In Whatever One Does There Must Be

It Is An Illusion That Photos Are Made With The Camera... They Are Made With The Eye, Heart And Head.

I Believe That, Through The Act Of Living, The Discovery Of Oneself Is Made Concurrently With The Discovery Of The World Around Us.

Above All, I Craved To Seize The Whole Essence, In The Confines Of One Single Photograph, Of Some Situation That Was In The Process Of Unrolling Itself Before My Eyes.

Of All The Means Of Expression, Photography Is The Only One That Fixes A Precise Moment In Time.

The Adventurer In Me Felt Obliged To Testify With A Quicker Instrument Than A Brush To The Scars Of The World.