Art Is Seduction, Not Rape.

I Want To Save My Soul, That Timid Wind.

Gide And I Have Attained Such Perfect Intellectual Communion That I Experience The Appropriate Labor Pains For Every Thought He Gives Birth To!

Today Is Such A Time, When The Project Of Interpretation Is Largely Reactionary, Stifling. Like The Fumes Of The Automobile And Of Heavy Industry Which Befoul The Urban Atmosphere, The Effusion Of Interpretations Of Art Today Poisons Our Sensibilities. In A Culture Whose Already Classical Dilemma Is The Hypertrophy Of The Intellect At The Expense Of Energy And Sensual Capability, Interpretation Is The Revenge Of The Intellect Upon Art.

Life Is Not Significant Details, Illuminated By A Flash, Fixed Forever. Photographs Are.

Never Worry About Being Obsessive. I Like Obsessive People. Obsessive People Make Great Art