Photography is an art which touches and grips one's own heart's blood.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.
There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.