Life itself is not the reality. We are the ones who put life into stones and pebbles.
Reality is greater than our dreams.
Art accepts what it finds.
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.
In total acceptance, almost everything becomes a revelation.
My photographs are not pure: they are a seething wealth of imperfection.