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.

It is an illusion that photos are made with the camera... they are made with the eye, heart and head.

With the one eye that is closed, one looks within, with the other eye that is open, one looks without.

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

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.

We cannot develop and print a memory.

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