Why Do Two Colors, Put One Next

In Every Photographer There Was A Painter, A True Artist, Awaiting Expression.

If It's Good, It's Mine. If It's Bad, It's A Fake.

We Have A Definite But Unknown Quantity Of Experience At Our Disposal. As Soon As The Hourglass Is Turned, The Sand Will Begin To Run Out And Once It Starts, It Cannot Stop Until It's All Gone.

Why Do Two Colors, Put One Next To The Other, Sing?

I Want To Get To The Stage Where Nobody Can Tell How A Picture Of Mine Is Done. What's The Point Of That? Simply That I Want Nothing But Emotion Given Off By It.