Photography is, for me, a spontaneous impulse coming from an ever attentive eye which captures the moment and its eternity.

Nobody takes photographs, photographs take you.

What reinforces the content of a photograph is the sense of rhythm - the relationship between shapes and values.

Photography appears to be an easy activity; in fact it is a varied and ambiguous process in which the only common denominator among its practitioners is in the instrument.

All I care about these days is painting — photography has never been more than a way into painting, a sort of instant drawing.

As time passes by and you look at portraits, the people come back to you like a silent echo. A photograph is a vestige of a face, a face in transit. Photography has something to do with death. It's a trace.

I'm always amused by the idea that certain people have about technique, which translate into an immoderate taste for the sharpness of the image. It is a passion for detail, for perfection, or do they hope to get closer to reality with this trompe I'oeil? They are, by the way, as far away from the real issues as other generations of photographers were when they obscured their subject in soft-focus effects.