Hope is a contraband passed from hand to hand and story to story.

We never look at just one thing; we are always looking at the relation between things and ourselves.

The camera relieves us of the burden of memory.

Ours is the century of enforced travel of disappearances. The century of people helplessly seeing others, who were close to them, disappear over the horizon.

History always constitutes the relation between a present and its past. Consequently fear of the present leads to mystification of the past

Emigration, forced or chosen, across national frontiers or from village to metropolis, is the quintessential experience of our time.

We who draw do so not only to make something observed visible to others, but also to accompany something invisible to its incalculable destination