If You Look Very Intensely And Slowly

Photography Is A Way Of Feeling, Of Touching, Of Loving. What You Have Caught On Film Is Captured Forever... It Remembers Little Things, Long After You Have Forgotten Everything.

When I Make A Photograph I Want It To Be An Altogether New Object, Complete And Self-contained, Whose Basic Condition Is Order (unlike The World Of Events And Actions Whose Permanent Condition Is Change And Disorder).

I May Be Wrong, But The Essential Illustrative Nature Of Most Documentary Photography, And The Worship Of The Object Per Se, In Our Best Nature Photography, Is Not Enough To Satisfy The Man Of Today, Compounded As He Is Of Christ, Freud, And Marx.

What Is The Subject Matter Of This Apparently Very Personal World? It Has Been Suggested That These Shapes And Images Are Underworld Characters, The Inhabitants Of The Vast Common Realm Of Memories That Have Gone Down Below The Level Of Conscious Control. It May Be They Are. The Degree Of Emotional Involvement And The Amount Of Free Association With The Material Being Photographed Would Point In That Direction.

For Some Reason Or Other There Was In Me The Desire To See The World Clean And Fresh And Alive, As Primitive Things Are Clean And Fresh And Alive. The So-called Documentary Picture Left Me Wanting Something.