My photographs are not pure: they are a seething wealth of imperfection.

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

Art and accident are one.

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

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.

The only way to understand something is to be confronted by something that is difficult to understand.

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