I Write In Order To Express What

I Write In Order To Express What The Photo Itself Cannot Say. A Photograph Of My Father Doesn't Tell Me What I Thought Of Him, Which For Me Is Much More Important Than What The Man Looked Like.

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.

I Am Interested In The Nature Of Things. The Nature Of Something Is Quite Different From The Way It Looks.

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.