Museum collections have given photography rigor, and mortis.

I seem to walk in the world as two people. The normal everyday-me is as preoccupied, unobservant and oblivious to visual clues as I ever was. Then there is the photographer-me, the one who has a camera in hand and a specific project in mind, and then the world suddenly jumps to life with potential pictures, as if a switch had been thrown in my brain and a different person is looking out of the same eyes.

My point is that meaning is always personal, changeable and subjective. There is no 'correct' interpretation of a photograph.

I appreciate photographs which celebrate harmony. I don't particularly want to look at chaos. I see enough of that at home.

Words of wisdom for every photographer: 'Thinking is more interesting than knowing, but less interesting than looking'. So said Goethe.

Photographers have already photographed everything too many times, except cheese.

Only in art can you make something that no one wants and still be considered successful.