We Never Look At Just One Thing;

The Camera Relieves Us Of The Burden Of Memory. It Surveys Us Like God, And It Surveys For Us. Yet No Other God Has Been So Cynical, For The Camera Records In Order To Forget.

The Existence Of Pleasure Is The First Mystery. The Existence Of Pain Has Prompted Far More Philosophical Speculation. Pleasure And Pain Need To Be Considered Together; They Are Inseparable. Yet The Space Filled By Each Is Perhaps Different. Pleasure, Defined As A Sense Of Gratification, Is Essential For Nature

We Live In A Dominant Culture Of Ceaseless Departure And Progress That Has So Far Lasted Two Or Three Centuries.

[o]ften Art Has Judged The Judges, Pleaded Revenge To The Innocent And Shown To The Future What The Past Suffered, So That It Has Never Been Forgotten. . . .

Unlike Any Other Visual Image, A Photograph Is Not A Rendering, An Imitation Or An Interpretation Of Its Subject, But Actually A Trace Of It. No Painting Or Drawing, However Naturalist, Belongs To Its Subject In The Way That A Photograph Does.