My photographs are not pure: they are a seething wealth of imperfection.
Everything is shared by everything else; there are no discontinuities.
Life itself is not the reality. We are the ones who put life into stones and pebbles.
Art is the splendor of reality before everything has become meaning.
The only way to understand something is to be confronted by something that is difficult to understand.
If I could find them (assemblages) in nature I would photograph them. I make them because through photography I have a knowledge of things that can't be found.