I Never Knew What I Was Doing

L Photograph What L Do Not Wish To Paint And L Paint That Which L Cannot Photograph.

I Never Knew What I Was Doing Until I Was Done.

A Certain Amount Of Contempt For The Material Employed To Express An Idea Is Indispensable To The Purest Realization Of This Idea.

In The Same Spirit, When The Automobile Arrived, There Were Those That Declared The Horse To Be The Most Perfect Form Of Locomotion.

I Would Photograph An Idea Rather Than An Object, A Dream Rather Than An Idea.