Nature Does Many Things The Way I

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.

A Painter Paints To Unload Himself Of Feelings And Visions.

To Draw You Must Close Your Eyes And Sing.

In Every Photographer There Was A Painter, A True Artist, Awaiting Expression.

What I Capture In Spite Of Myself Interests Me More Than My Own Ideas.