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I take photographs with love, so I try to make them art objects. But I make them for myself first read more
I take photographs with love, so I try to make them art objects. But I make them for myself first and foremost - that is important.
I always thought of photography as a naughty thing to do -- that was one of my favorite things about read more
I always thought of photography as a naughty thing to do -- that was one of my favorite things about it, and when I first did it, I felt very perverse.
If the man who paints only the tree, or flower, or other surface he sees before him were an artist, read more
If the man who paints only the tree, or flower, or other surface he sees before him were an artist, the king of artists would be the photographer. It is for the artist to do something beyond this.
Where there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with read more
Where there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us ro see.
Photography records the gamut of feelings written on the human face, the beauty of the earth and skies that man read more
Photography records the gamut of feelings written on the human face, the beauty of the earth and skies that man has inherited, and the wealth and confusion man has created. It is a major force in explaining man to man.
To manipulate an image is to control a people
To manipulate an image is to control a people
Photography records the gamut of feelings written on the human face, the beauty of the earth and skies that man read more
Photography records the gamut of feelings written on the human face, the beauty of the earth and skies that man has inherited and the wealth and confusion man has created.
When photography was invented it was thought to be an equivalent to truth, it was truth with a capital "T".
When photography was invented it was thought to be an equivalent to truth, it was truth with a capital "T".
The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the read more
The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.