Shakespeare Doesn't Belong To The Past. If

One View Of Photography Is That It Is A Zen-like Act Which Captures Reality With Its Pants Down - So That The Vital Click Shows The Anatomy Bare. In This, The Photographer Is Invisible But Essential. A Computer Releasing The Shutter Would Always Miss The Special Moment That The Human Sensibility Can Register. For This Work, The Photographer's Instinct Is His Aid, His Personality A Hindrance.

Time, Which Is So Often An Enemy In Life, Can Also Become Our Ally If We See How A Pale Moment Can Lead To A Glowing Moment, And Then Turn To A Moment Of Perfect Transparency, Before Dropping Again To A Moment Of Everyday Simplicity.

Drama Is Exposure; It Is Confrontation; It Is Contradiction And It Leads To Analysis, Construction, Recognition And Eventually To An Awakening Of Understanding.

The Closeness Of Reality And The Distance Of Myth, Because If There Is No Distance You Aren't Amazed, And If There Is No Closeness You Aren't Moved.

Shakespeare Doesn't Belong To The Past. If His Material Is Valid, It Is Valid Now. It's Like Coal. The Only Meaningfulness Of A Piece Of Coal Starts And Finishes With Its Combustion, Giving Us Light And Heat. And That To Me Is Shakespeare.