It is through living that we discover ourselves, at the same time as we discover the world around us.

Time runs and flows and only our death succeeds in catching up with it. Photography is a blade which, in eternity, impales the dazzling moment.

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.

A photographer is part pick-pocket and part tightrope dancer.

For me, the camera is a sketch book, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity.

Why do photographers start giving numbers to their prints? It’s absurd. What do you do when the 20th print has been done? Do you swallow the negative? Do you shoot yourself? It’s the gimmick of money.

I love painting. As far as photography is concerned, I understand nothing.