My Theory Of Composition? Simple: Do Not

You Become Things, You Become An Atmosphere, And If You Become It, Which Means You Incorporate It Within You, You Can Also Give It Back. You Can Put This Feeling Into A Picture. A Painter Can Do It. And A Musician Can Do It And I Think A Photographer Can Do That Too And That I Would Call The Dreaming With Open Eyes.

Color Is Joy. One Does Not Think Joy. One Is Carried By It.

A Picture Is The Expression Of An Impression. If The Beautiful Were Not In Us, How Would We Ever Recognize It?

You Don’t Take Pictures, The Good Ones Happen To You.

To Express Dynamic Motion Through A Static Moment Became For Me Limited And Unsatisfactory. The Basic Idea Was To Liberate Myself From This Old Concept And Arrive At An Image In Which The Spectator Could Feel The Beauty Of A Fourth Dimension, Which Lies Much More Between Moments Than Within A Moment. In Music One Remembers Never One Tone, But A Melody, A Theme, A Movement. In Dance, Never A Moment, But Again The Beauty Of A Movement In Time And Space.