“A good picture is born from a state of grace. Grace becomes manifest when one is free from conventions, free as a child in his first discovery of reality. The game is then to organize the triangle“.
“E se tutto questo bujo, quest’enorme mistero, nel quale indarno i filosofi dapprima specularono, e che ora, pur rinunziando all’indagine di esso, la scienza non esclude, non fosse in fondo che un inganno come un altro, un inganno della nostra mente, una fantasia che non si colora?”.
“I thought I had no heart. I find I have, and a heart doesn’t suit me. Somehow it doesn’t go with modern dress. It makes one
look old. And it spoils one’s career at critical moments”.
“They have worries, they’re counting the miles, they’re thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they’ll get there — and all the time they’ll get there anyway, you see”.
“The truth, once love has failed, looks like a skeleton abandoned in a meadow: explicit, ordered and, in the end, almost pleasant. It had always been there, but covered with flesh, images and feelings”.
“Parks and gardens are the quintessential intimate landscapes. People use them all the time, leaving their energy and memories behind. It’s what’s left behind that I like to photograph“.
“I don’t like work… no man does, but I like what is in the work: the chance to find yourself. Your own reality – for yourself not for others – what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means”.