Don’t Try To Be An Artist. Find

If You Look At A Photograph, And You Think, 'my Isn't That A Beautiful Photograph,' And You Go On To The Next One, Or 'isn't That Nice Light?' So What? I Mean What Does It Do To You Or What's The Real Value In The Long Run? What Do You Walk Away From It With? I Mean, I'd Much Rather Show You A Photograph That Makes Demands On You, That You Might Become Involved In On Your Own Terms Or Be Perplexed By.

Photography Does Deal With 'truth' Or A Kind Of Superficial Reality Better Than Any Of The Other Arts, But It Never Questions The Nature Of Reality - It Simply Reproduces Reality. And What Good Is That When The Things Of Real Value In Life Are Invisible?

Then All At Once In Late August's Heat, Tall Leafless Stalks Crowned With Iridescent Pink And Purple Blossoms Burst From The Purgatory In The Earth. This Arcane Act Of Nature, Though Perceived By Us As Ordinary, Is A Manifestation Of Maya's Phantom Play, The Great Immensity Expressed In Every Way. My Garden Is The Universe. I Am The Universe. I Am My Garden. All Things Are The Same.

And In Not Learning The Rules, I Was Free. I Always Say, You're Either Defined By The Medium Or You Redefine The Medium In Terms Of Your Needs.

All Good Work Has Magic In It, And Addresses The Mind In A Subtle Way.