When I Saw I Was Under Attack

It Has Never Been My Object To Record My Dreams, Just The Determination To Realize Them.

The Complicated Engines Manufactured By Men Demand, If One Really Wants To Use Them, Much Calm. Ever Since Our Love For Machines Replaced The Love We Used To Have For Our Fellow Man, Catastrophes Proceed To Increase.

An Original Is A Creation Motivated By Desire. Any Reproduction Of An Originals Motivated Be Necessity. It Is Marvelous That We Are The Only Species That Creates Gratuitous Forms. To Create Is Divine, To Reproduce Is Human.

Is Photography An Art? There Is No Point In Trying To Find Out If It Is An Art. Art Is Old-fashioned. We Need Something Else.

Cut Out The Eye From A Photograph Of One Who Has Been Loved But Is Seen No More. Attach The Eye To The Pendulum Of A Metronome And Regulate The Weight To Suit The Tempo Desired. Keep Going To The Limit Of Endurance. With A Hammer Well-aimed, Try To Destroy The Whole At A Single Blow.