Everything is shared by everything else; there are no discontinuities.
Photography is a distributive act leading to a privileged condition.
Some speak of a return to nature, I wonder where they could have been?
My photographs are not pure: they are a seething wealth of imperfection.
Art is the splendor of reality before everything has become meaning.
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.