If everything that existed were continually being photographed, every photograph would become meaningless.

What do drawings mean to me? I really don't know. The activity absorbs me. I forget everything else in a way that I don't think happens with any other activity.

A peasant becomes fond of his pig and is glad to salt away its pork. What is significant, and is so difficult for the urban stranger to understand, is that the two statements are connected by an and not by a but.

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

Between the experience of living a normal life at this moment on the planet and the public narratives being offered to give a sense to that life, the empty space, the gap, is enormous.

All weddings are similar, but every marriage is different.

For the artist, drawing is discovery. And that is not just a slick phrase; it is quite literally true.