I do not photograph nature. I photograph my visions.
l photograph what l do not wish to paint and l paint that which l cannot photograph.
There is no progress in art, any more than there is progress in making love.
The streets are full of admirable craftsmen, but so few practical dreamers.
It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.
Nature does not create works of art. It is we, and the faculty of interpretation peculiar to the human mind, that see art.