If What I See In

The Piano Has Eighty-eight Keys, And You Have To Be Able To Play All Of Them. And The Range Of White To Black Is Analogous To The Eighty-eight Keys And You Have To Be Able To Play All Eighty-eight Keys In That Palette From White To Black.

I Can't Verbalize The Internal Meaning Of Pictures Whatsoever. Some Of My Friends Can At Very Mystical Levels, But I Prefer To Say That, If I Feel Something Strongly, I Would Make A Photograph, That Would Be The Equivalent Of What I Saw And Felt.

I Expect To Retire To A Fine-grained Heaven Where The Temperatures Are Always Consistent, Where The Images Slide Before One's Eyes In A Continual Cascade Of Form And Meaning.

Yosemite Valley, To Me, Is Always A Sunrise, A Glitter Of Green And Golden Wonder In A Vast Edifice Of Stone And Space.

I Don't Know Anybody Who Needs A Critic To Find Out What Art Is.