Art is the splendor of reality before everything has become meaning.
My photographs are not pure: they are a seething wealth of imperfection.
Photography is a distributive act leading to a privileged condition.
... art is images you carry. You cannot carry nature with you, but you carry images of nature. When you go out to make a picture you find you are moved by something which is in agreement with an image you already held within yourself.
Art and accident are one.
Poetic and speculative photographs can result if one works carefully and accurately, yet letting chance relationships have full play.