Silence Is, After All, The Context For

Let Go Of The Thoughts, Let Go Of The Mind, Let Go Of Everything. Let Go! Drop It! Drop Everything. Hold Onto Nothing.

I Began Making Pictures Because I Wanted To Record What Supports Hope: The Untranslatable Mystery And Beauty Of The World. Along The Way, However, The Camera Also Caught Evidence Against Hope, And I Eventually Concluded That This, Too, Belonged In Pictures If They Were To Be Truthful And Thus Useful.

When You Catch On To Your Awakening, The World Does Not Change. You Just See It Differently, That's All. You Acquire A Feeling Of Immortality. A Feeling Of Divine Bliss, So To Speak, When Things No Longer Have The Power To Affect You.

When Art Is Defined By Damien Hirst And Jeff Koons, You've Got A Society That's Impoverished.

How Can We Hope, After All, To See A Tree Or Rock Or Clear North Sky If We Do Not Adopt A Little Of Their Mode Of Life, A Little Of Their Time? If The Time It Takes To Cross Space Is A Way By Which We Define It, Then To Arrive At A View Of Space “in No Time” Is To Have Denied Its Reality