My photographs are not pure: they are a seething wealth of imperfection.
Reality is greater than our dreams.
Words represent images: nothing can be said for which there is no image.
Life itself is not the reality. We are the ones who put life into stones and pebbles.
Photography is a distributive act leading to a privileged condition.
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.