We Cannot Empty The Mind By Thinking.

You Are The Self, That Perfect Immutable Self. Nothing Else Exists. Nothing Else Ever Existed. Nothing Else Will Ever Exist. There Is Only One Self And You Are That. Rejoice!

Part Of The Difficulty In Trying To Be Both An Artist And A Businessperson Is This: You Make A Picture Because You Have Seen Something Beyond Price; Then You Are To Turn And Assign To Your Record Of It A Cash Value. If The Selling Is Not Necessarily A Contradiction Of The Truth In The Picture, It Is So Close To Being A Contradiction—and The Truth Is Always In Shades Of Gray-that You Are Worn Down By The Threat.

C.s. Lewis Admitted, When He Was Asked To Set Forth His Beliefs, That He Never Felt Less Sure Of Them Than When He Tried To Speak Of Them. Photographers Know This Frailty. To Them Words Are A Pallid, Diffuse Way Of Describing And Celebrating What Matters. Their Gift Is To See What Will Be Affecting As A Print. Mute.

Happiness Is Your True Nature. Within You Is Unimaginable Beauty. Your True Self Is Bright And Shining This Moment. Through The Clear Realization Of The Truth, Your Real Self Will Come Shining Through.

My First Show At Moma In New York Was Pictures Of New Developments Along The Eastern Edge Of The Rocky Mountains. They Were Housing Developments That Were Brutal In Many Ways, That Cared Almost Not A Thing For The Human Beings Inside. They Were Just Designed To Make Money.