Good Photography Is Unpretentious.

Somewhere In Our Search For Reality We Have Passed Something By, Something Important That We No Longer Find Amid The Bits And Pieces Of Disassembled Matter-something Vital That We Cannot Build Out Of These Parts. There Is Surely Something Else, Some Piece Of Divinity In Us, Something That Was Before The Elements, And That Owes No Homage To The Sun.

That’s My Idea Of What A Portrait Ought To Be, Anonymous And Documentary And A Straightforward Picture Of Mankind.

Incidentally, Part Of A Photographer’s Gift Should Be With People. You Can Do Some Wonderful Work If You Know How To Make People Understand What You’re Doing And Feel All Right About It, And You Can Do Terrible Work If You Put Them On The Defense, Which They All Are At The Beginning. You’ve Got To Take Them Off Their Defensive Attitude And Make Them Participate.

It Is Easy To Imagine Fantasy As Physical And Myth As Real. We Do It Almost Every Moment. We Do This As We Dream, As We Think, And As We Cope With The World About Us. But These Worlds Of Fantasy That We Form Into The Solid Things Around Us Are The Source Of Our Discontent. They Inspire Our Search To Find Ourselves.

I Think There Is A Period Of Esthetic Discovery That Happens To A Man And He Can Do All Sorts Of Things At White Heat.