That’s My Idea Of What A Portrait

I Began To Wonder - I Knew I Was An Artist Or Wanted To Be One - But I Was Wondering Whether I Really Was An Artist. I Was Doing Such Ordinary Things That I Could Feel The Difference. Most People Would Look At Those Things And Say, 'well, That's Nothing. What Did You Do That For? That's Just A Wreck Of A Car Or A Wreck Of A Man. That's Nothing. That Isn't Art.' They Don't Say That Anymore.

What America Needs Is A Political Revolution.

The Photographs Are Not Illustrative. They, And The Text, Are Coequal, Mutually Independent, And Fully Collaborative. By Their Fewness, And By The Importance Of The Reader’s Eye, This Will Be Misunderstood By Most Of That Minority Which Does Not Wholly Ignore It. In The Interests, However, Of The History And Future Of Photography, That Risk Seems Irrelevant, And This Flat Statement Necessary.

The Meaning Of Quality In Photography's Best Pictures Lies Written In The Language Of Vision. That Language Is Learned By Chance, Not System.

Photography Is Not Cute Cats, Nor Nudes, Motherhood Or Arrangements Of Manufactured Products. Under No Circumstances It Is Anything Ever Anywhere Near A Beach.