The Past Is The One Thing We

Photography, Because It Stops The Flow Of Life, Is Always Flirting With Death.

The Relation Between What We See And What We Know Is Never Settled. Each Evening We See The Sun Set. We Know That The Earth Is Turning Away From It. Yet The Knowledge, The Explanation, Never Quite Fits The Sight.

Compassion Has No Place In The Natural Order Of The World Which Operates On The Basis Of Necessity. Compassion Opposes This Order And Is Therefore Best Thought Of As Being In Some Way Supernatural.

Hope Is A Contraband Passed From Hand To Hand And Story To Story.

Every Painted Image Of Something Is Also About The Absence Of The Real Thing. All Painting Is About The Presence Of Absence.