The Heavy Odds Against Finding The Desired...

This Is What It Is The Business Of The Artist To Do. Art Is Theft, Art Is Armed Robbery, Art Is Not Pleasing Your Mother.

I Was Always Trying To Take Art Photographs, But The Most Interesting Pictures Were The Snapshots. The Artsy Pictures Were Boring, Always.

All Analyses End Badly. Each 'termination' Leaves The Participants With The Taste Of Ashes In Their Mouths; Each Is Absurd; Each Is A Small, Pointless Death. Psychoanalysis Cannot Tolerate Happy Endings; It Casts Them Off The Way The Body's Immunological System Casts Off Transplanted Organs.

The Camera Is Simply Not The Supple And Powerful Instrument Of Description That The Pen Is.

[the] Arresting Of Time Is Photography's Unique Capacity, And The Decision Of When To Click The Shutter Is The Photographer's Chief Responsibility.