Photography Has Always Reminded Me Of The

The Moment An Emotion Or Fact Is Transformed Into A Photograph It Is No Longer A Fact But An Opinion.

I Am, And Forever Will Be, Devastated By The Gift Of Audrey Hepburn Before My Camera. I Cannot Lift Her To Greater Heights. She Is Already There. I Can Only Record. I Cannot Interpret Her. There Is No Going Further Than Who She Is. She Has Achieved In Herself Her Ultimate Portrait.

Snapshots That Have Been Taken Of Me Working Show Something I Was Not Aware Of At All, That Over And Over Again I'm Holding My Own Body Or My Own Hands Exactly Like The Person I'm Photographing. I Never Knew I Did That, And Obviously What I'm Doing Is Trying To Feel, Actually Physically Feel, The Way He Or She Feels At The Moment I'm Photographing Them In Order To Deepen The Sense Of Connection.

For Hours She Danced And Sang And Flirted And Did This Thing That's-she Did Marilyn Monroe. And Then There Was The Inevitable Drop. And When The Night Was Over And The White Wine Was Over And The Dancing Was Over, She Sat In The Corner Like A Child, With Everything Gone. I Saw Her Sitting Quietly Without Expression On Her Face, And I Walked Towards Her But I Wouldn't Photograph Her Without Her Knowledge Of It. And As I Came With The Camera, I Saw That She Was Not Saying No.

There Is No Truth In Photography. There Is No Truth About Anyone's Person.