A Lake That Is Noisy Cannot Reflect

What We Hope For From The Artist Is Help In Discovering The Significance Of A Place. In This Sense We Would Choose In Most Respects For Thirty Minutes With Edward Hopper’s Painting Sunday Morning To Thirty Minutes On The Street That Was His Subject; With Hopper’s Vision We See More.

We Cannot Empty The Mind By Thinking. Only By Observation.

When You Abide In The I You're Abiding In The Ego. The I Is Really The Ego, The Small I. It Turns Into The Self Eventually.

At Our Best And Most Fortunate We Make Pictures Because Of What Stands Before Our Camera, To Honor What Is Greater And More Interesting Than We Are. We Never Accomplish This Perfectly, Though In Return We Are Given Something Perfect--a Sense Of Inclusion. Our Subject Thus Redefines Us, And Is Part Of The Biography By Which We Want To Be Known.

All These Years You've Been Searching And Looking And Trying To Change Things, Trying To Add Thing Onto Yourself, Trying To Acquire Things When You Have Been The Source Of Everything To Begin With. Everything You've Been Looking For Has Been Within Yourself You Have Been That. You Then Begin To Surrender Everything To Yourself. You Surrender All Of Your Thoughts, All Of Your Feelings, You Surrender All Of Your Desires, All Of Your Wants To The Self. You Pull It In All Inwardly.