Art and accident are one.

I could take a cow and implant a camera in it and let it amble around the city or in its own domain (I say a cow because a human being I would not trust). If the camera was programmed to go off at an indeterminate series of moments, the samplings would be fantastic.

Life itself is not the reality. We are the ones who put life into stones and pebbles.

In total acceptance, almost everything becomes a revelation.

Poetic and speculative photographs can result if one works carefully and accurately, yet letting chance relationships have full play.

Photography is a distributive act leading to a privileged condition.

Everything is shared by everything else; there are no discontinuities.