There is no progress in art, any more than there is progress in making love.
Just as I work with paints, brushes, and canvas, I work with the light, pieces of glass and chemistry.
I photograph the things that I do not wish to paint, the things which already have an existence.
To me, a painter, if not the most useful, is the least harmful member of our society.
It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.
You don’t ask a writer what typewriter he uses.