I Think That The Photographer Must Completely

The Question Of Truth Is Forever In The Air, And People Look For It With Particular Fervor In Art.

The Majority Of Photographers Focus On The Obvious. They Believe And Accept What Their Eyes Tell Them, And Yet Eyes Know Nothing.

Then All At Once In Late August's Heat, Tall Leafless Stalks Crowned With Iridescent Pink And Purple Blossoms Burst From The Purgatory In The Earth. This Arcane Act Of Nature, Though Perceived By Us As Ordinary, Is A Manifestation Of Maya's Phantom Play, The Great Immensity Expressed In Every Way. My Garden Is The Universe. I Am The Universe. I Am My Garden. All Things Are The Same.

Photography Does Deal With 'truth' Or A Kind Of Superficial Reality Better Than Any Of The Other Arts, But It Never Questions The Nature Of Reality - It Simply Reproduces Reality. And What Good Is That When The Things Of Real Value In Life Are Invisible?

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.