I Believe In Invisible; I Do Not

How Foolish Of Me To Believe That It Would Be That Easy. I Had Confused The Appearance Of Trees And Automobiles, And People With A Reality Itself, And Believed That A Photograph Of These Appearances To Be A Photograph Of It. It Is A Melancholy Truth That I Will Never Be Able To Photograph It And Can Only Fail. I Am A Reflection Photographing Other Reflections Within A Reflection. To Photograph Reality Is To Photograph Nothing.

Art Is Not Fashionable. That's Why Fashion And Art Are Two Different Things. Fashion Can Never Be Art Because Fashion Deals With Whim, What Is Temporary, What Changes, What Is Transient, What Is Now And Not Now. Art Has To Deal With Issues That Are Timeless, That Never Change.

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.

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

It Is No Accident That You Are Reading This. I Am Making Black Marks On White Paper. These Marks Are My Thoughts, And Although I Do Not Know Who You Are Reading This...the Lines Of Our Lives Have Intersected. For The Length Of These Few Sentences, We Meet Here. It Is No Accident That You Are Reading This. This Moment Has Been Waiting For You, I Have Been Waiting For You. Remember Me.