I Believe In Invisible; I Do Not

Most Photographs, To Me, Are Description, But They Lack Insight.

I Think Photographs Should Be Provocative And Not Tell You What You Already Know. It Takes No Great Powers Or Magic To Reproduce Somebody's Face In A Photograph. The Magic Is In Seeing People In New Ways.

Photography Is Essentially An Act Of Recognition By Street Photographers, Not An Act Of Invention. Photographers Might Respond To An Old Man’s Face, Or An Arbus Freak, Or The Way Light Hits A Building—and Then They Move On. Whereas In All The Other Art Forms, Take William Blake, Everything That Came To That Paper Never Existed Before. It’s The Idea Of Alchemy, Of Making Something From Nothing.

Then All At Once In Late August's Heat, Tall Leafless Stalks Crowned With Iridescent Pink And Purple Blossoms Burst From The Purgatory In The Earth. This Arcane Act Of Nature, Though Perceived By Us As Ordinary, Is A Manifestation Of Maya's Phantom Play, The Great Immensity Expressed In Every Way. My Garden Is The Universe. I Am The Universe. I Am My Garden. All Things Are The Same.

Flowers Construct The Most Charming Geometries: Circles Like The Sun, Ovals, Cones, Curlicues And A Variety Of Triangular Eccentricities, Which When Viewed With The Eye Of A Magnifying Glass Seem A Lilliputian Frieze Of Psychedelic Silhouettes.