One Eye Looks Within, The Other Eye

Reality Offers Us Such Wealth That We Must Cut Some Of It Out On The Spot, Simplify. The Question Is, Do We Always Cut Out What We Should?

I Love Painting. As Far As Photography Is Concerned, I Understand Nothing.

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

We Cannot Develop And Print A Memory.

I Am A Pack Of Nerves While Waiting For The Moment, And This Feeling Grows And Grows And Grows And Then It Explodes, It Is A Physical Joy, A Dance, Space And Time United. Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes!