Sometime in 1964 I realized that I was a victim of a printmaking obsession, a condition that persists today.

Sometime in 1964 I realized that I was a victim of a printmaking obsession, a condition that persists today.

I share with many people the feeling that there is a sweetness and constancy to light that falls into a studio from the north sky that sets it beyond any other illumination. It is a light of such penetrating clarity that even a simple object lying by chance in such a light takes on an inner glow, almost a voluptuousness.

Working on photography is working on oneself.

Photographing a cake can be art.

Many photographers feel their client is the subject. My client is a woman in Kansas who reads Vogue. I'm trying to intrigue, stimulate, feed her. My responsibility is to the reader. The severe portrait that is not the greatest joy in the world to the subject may be enormously interesting to the reader.

A beautiful print is a thing in itself, not just a halfway house on the way to the page.