All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.
Musings on the Artist's Life
I write to question, clarify and celebrate – explore the categories in the sidebar.
We are all students and teachers. Ask yourself: ‘What did I come here to learn, and what did I come here to teach?’
A blank piece of paper is God’s way of telling us how hard it is to be God.
Like Chekhov, I am a collector of souls. I think if I hadn’t been an artist, I could have been a psychiatrist.
Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.
I want my photographs to work on several levels: visually, emotionally and intellectually. I want my photojournalism to deal with the universal experience of Life, to provide insights into life. Actually, those are lofty goals which I seldom achieve.
Every production of an artist should be the expression of an adventure of his soul.
Photography is a contest between a photographer and the presumptions of approximate and habitual seeing. The contest can be held anywhere.
This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.
History is not another name for the past. It is the name for stories about the past.