The Secret To Peace-of-mind Is

History Does Not Unfold: It Piles Up.

The Photographer Hopes, In Brief, To Discover A Tension So Exact That It Is Peace.

I Keep Calling It The I-thought. It's A Thought. There Is No I. This Gives You A Clue.

How Can We Hope, After All, To See A Tree Or Rock Or Clear North Sky If We Do Not Adopt A Little Of Their Mode Of Life, A Little Of Their Time? If The Time It Takes To Cross Space Is A Way By Which We Define It, Then To Arrive At A View Of Space “in No Time” Is To Have Denied Its Reality

You Can't Talk About Life Without Talking About Politics. You Have To Have Both. If You're Just A Political Person, You're Going To Burn Out. If You, As An Artist, Are Just Focused Inward, You're Going To Eventually Be Irrelevant.