The reality of art is disclosed only in experience, not in reflection upon experience.

The dissolution of the pictorial into sheer texture, into apparently sheer sensation, into an accumulation of repetitions, seems to speak for and answer something profound in contemporary sensibility.

Where the Old Masters created an illusion of space into which one could imagine walking, the illusion created by a Modernist is one into which one can look, can travel through, only with the eye.

The art in photography is literary art before it is anything else: its triumphs and monuments are historical, anecdotal, reportorial, observational before they are purely pictorial... The photograph has to tell a story if it is to work as art.

Art solves nothing, either for the artist himself or for those who receive his art.

The avant-garde poet or artist tries in effect to imitate God by creating something valid solely on its own terms.

I myself happen to find, on the basis of experience and nothing else, that photography can be a high art.