All My Father Saw Was What He

It Is Possible To Stand Around With A Cocktail In One's Hand And Talk With Everyone, Which Means With No One.

And Really The Purpose Of Art - For Me, Fiction - Is To Alert, To Indicate To Stop, To Say: Make Certain That When You Rush Through You Will Not Miss The Moment Which You Might Have Had, Or Might Still Have.

Take Whatever You Can From Others, And When There Is Nothing Left, Forget About Them.

In My Photographs It Is Apparent That There Was No Posing At The Moment I Released The Shutter.

I Am Going To Put Myself To Sleep Now For A Bit Longer Than Usual. Call It Eternity