Photography Was My Choice Of Weapons.

I Think Maybe The Rural Influence In My Life Helped Me In A Sense, Of Knowing How To Get Close To People And Talk To Them And Get My Work Done.

I Picked Up A Camera Because It Was My Choice Of Weapons Against What I Hated Most About The Universe: Racism, Intolerance, Poverty. I Could Have Just As Easily Picked Up A Knife Or A Gun, Like Many Of My Childhood Friends Did... Most Of Whom Were Murdered Or Put In Prison... But I Chose Not To Go That Way. I Felt That I Could Somehow Subdue These Evils By Doing Something Beautiful That People Recognize Me By, And Thus Make A Whole Different Life For Myself, Which Has Proved To Be So.

At First I Wasn't Sure That I Had The Talent, But I Did Know I Had A Fear Of Failure, And That Fear Compelled Me To Fight Off Anything That Might Abet It.

Success Can Be Wracking And Reproachful, To You And Those Close To You. It Can Entangle You With Legends That Are Consuming And All But Impossible To Live Up To.

I Suffered Evils, But Without Allowing Them To Rob Me Of The Freedom To Expand.