I needed no friends now… Sundays my camera and I would take long car-rides into the country – always alone, and the nights were spent feverishly developing my plates in some makeshift darkroom. . . and then the first print I made from my first 5 x 7 negative – a snow scene – the […]
I have been photographing our toilet, that glossy enamelled receptacle of extra-ordinary beauty here was every sensuous curve of the human figure divine, but minus the imperfections. Never did the Greeks reach a more significant consummation to their culture, and it somehow reminded me, in the glory of its chaste convulsions and its swelling, sweeping […]
If the man who paints only the tree, or flower, or other surface he sees before him were an artist, the king of artists would be the photographer. It is for the artist to do something beyond this.
The popularity of video cameras arises from a simple misunderstanding. Somehow people have the idea that they won’t mind being old if they can turn on the TV and see what they were like when they were young. This is not true. The best memories are ones that have been allowed to evolve unhindered by […]
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
Things don’t look the same in a camera; not like what’s really there.
The camera always lies.
Many beautiful sights are impossible to transfer onto film: rather than intrude my camera into an experience for no purpose, I simply enjoy them.
In my mind’s eye, I visualize how a particular… sight and feeling will appear on a print. If it excites me, there is a good chance it will make a good photograph. It is an intuitive sense, an ability that comes from a lot of practice.
Blessed be the inventor of photography! It has given more positive pleasure to poor suffering humanity than anything else that has ‘cast up’ in my time – this art by which even the ‘poor’ can possess themselves of tolerable likenesses of their absent dear ones.