My Work Is About My Life As

If I Indulge Myself And Surrender To Memory, I Can Still Feel The Knot Of Excitement That Gripped Me As I Turned The Corner Into Rue Mimosas, Looking For The House Of Rene Magritte. It Was August, 1965. I Was 33 Years Old And About To Meet The Man Whose Profound And Witty Surrealist Paintings Had Contradicted My Assumptions About Photography.

Usually When Painters Use Photographs, They Enlarge And Copy Them And Simply Make A Large, Boring Painting Of A Large, Boring Photograph.

One Of The Marvelous Things About Film Is That If You Expose It Long Enough You're Going To Get A Picture.

We Live In A Culture Where The One Who Shouts The Loudest Gets The Most Attention. It's Not In The Vulgar, It's Not In The Shock That One Finds Art. And It's Not The Excessively Beautiful. It's In Between; It's In Nuance.

A Photograph Of A Woman Crying Tells Me Nothing About Grief. Or A Photograph Of A Woman Ecstatic Tells Me Nothing About Ecstasy. What Is The Nature Of These Emotions? The Problem With Photography Is That It Only Deals With Appearances.