I Think Photographers Are Too Polite. There

I Think Photographers Are Too Polite. There Is Not Enough Anger In Photography; It's Pretty Much Trivialized.

My Work Is About My Life As An Event, And I Find Myself To Be Very Temporal, Transient.

It Is No Accident That You Are Reading This. I Am Making Black Marks On White Paper. These Marks Are My Thoughts, And Although I Do Not Know Who You Are Reading This...the Lines Of Our Lives Have Intersected. For The Length Of These Few Sentences, We Meet Here. It Is No Accident That You Are Reading This. This Moment Has Been Waiting For You, I Have Been Waiting For You. Remember Me.

I Think Photographs Should Be Provocative And Not Tell You What You Already Know. It Takes No Great Powers Or Magic To Reproduce Somebody's Face In A Photograph. The Magic Is In Seeing People In New Ways.

If I Indulge Myself And Surrender To Memory, I Can Still Feel The Knot Of Excitement That Gripped Me As I Turned The Corner Into Rue Mimosas, Looking For The House Of Rene Magritte. It Was August, 1965. I Was 33 Years Old And About To Meet The Man Whose Profound And Witty Surrealist Paintings Had Contradicted My Assumptions About Photography.