Hardening Of The Categories Causes Art Disease.

Negatives Are The Notebooks, The Jottings, The False Starts, The Whims, The Poor Drafts, And The Good Draft But Never The Completed Version Of The Work The Print And A Proper One Is The Only Completed Photograph, Whether It Is Specifically Shaded For Reproduction, Or For A Museum Wall.

I've Never Made Any Picture, Good Or Bad, Without Paying For It In Emotional Turmoil.

Available Light Is Any Damn Light That Is Available!

My Camera, My Intentions Stopped No Man From Falling. Nor Did They Aid Him After He Had Fallen. It Could Be Said That Photographs Be Damned For They Bind No Wounds. Yet, I Reasoned, If My Photographs Could Cause Compassionate Horror Within The Viewer, They Might Also Prod The Conscience Of That Viewer Into Taking Action.

I Am An Idealist. I Often Feel I Would Like To Be An Artist In An Ivory Tower. Yet It Is Imperative That I Speak To People, So I Must Desert That Ivory Tower. To Do This, I Am A Journalist - A Photojournalist. But I Am Always Torn Between The Attitude Of The Journalist, Who Is A Recorder Of Facts, And The Artist, Who Is Often Necessarily At Odds With The Facts. My Principle Concern Is For Honesty, Above All Honesty With Myself.