When You Abide In The I You're

C.s. Lewis Admitted, When He Was Asked To Set Forth His Beliefs, That He Never Felt Less Sure Of Them Than When He Tried To Speak Of Them. Photographers Know This Frailty. To Them Words Are A Pallid, Diffuse Way Of Describing And Celebrating What Matters. Their Gift Is To See What Will Be Affecting As A Print. Mute.

Part Of The Reason That These Attempts At Explanation Fail, I Think, Is That Photographers, Like All Artists, Choose Their Medium Because It Allows Them The Most Fully Truthful Expression Of Their Vision... As Robert Frost Told A Person Who Asked Him What One Of His Poems Meant, 'you Want Me To Say It Worse?'

The Photographer Hopes, In Brief, To Discover A Tension So Exact That It Is Peace.

We Have Names For Everything. What If We Forgot About Those Names? And We Stopped Seeing Things As Something? What If We Just Observed Things, Watched Things, Without Giving Them A Name, Without Coming To A Conclusion? What Do You Think Would Happen? You Would Transcend Everything.

...assume That Art Begins In Unhappiness. True, The Goal Of Art Is To Convey A Vision Of Coherence And Peace, But The Effort To Develop That Vision Starts In The More Common Experience Of Confusion And Pain.