One Always Has To Spoil A Picture

I Go To Work As Others Rush To See Their Mistresses, And When I Leave, I Take Back With Me To My Solitude, Or In The Midst Of The Distractions That I Pursue, A Charming Memory That Does Not In The Least Resemble The Troubled Pleasure Of Lovers.

The Artist Is Always Concerned With A Total View Of The World. However, When The Photographer Takes A Picture ... The Edge Of His Picture Is Just As Interesting As The Middle, One Can Only Guess At The Existence Of A Whole, And The View Presented Seems Chosen By Chance.

The Outcome Of My Days Is Always The Same; An Infinite Desire For What One Never Gets; A Void One Cannot Fill; An Utter Yearning To Produce In All Ways, To Battle As Much As Possible Against Time That Drags Us Along, And The Distractions That Throw A Veil Over Our Soul.

Of Which Beauty Will You Speak? There Are Many: There Are A Thousand: There Is One For Every Look, For Every Spirit, Adapted To Each Taste, To Each Particular Constitution.

What Makes Sovereign Ugliness Are Our Conventions.