All Good Work Has Magic In It,

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.

I Already Know What Things Look Like - I Don't Want Description. People Believe In Appearances, And I Don't Believe In Appearances At All.

I Never Photograph Sunsets And I Never Photograph Moonrises. I'm Not Interested In What Things Look Like.

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

I Still Find Doing Portraits A Terrific Challenge, But Even Though I've Done Hundreds Of Them, I've Never Stopped Questioning The Very Nature Of Portraiture Because It Deals Exclusively With Appearances. I've Never Believed People Are What They Look Like And Think It's Impossible To Really Know What People Are.