“The thing that makes me want to make pictures now is just looking without many prejudices. The stuff right under your eyes is the most wonderful universe”

A photograph is a photograph. When I am making a picture I am just interested in making a very interesting photograph. I don’t care where it’s going to go.

If you care to look with young eyes.

I try to approach everything that I photograph with this sense of wide-eyed awe.

There is a lot of social photography being done now to point to the untruth of photography. It’s getting very dull now.

The spiritual aspect of my work has more to do with the sense that things in the world can be perceived and accepted as being in some respect alive.

I could finally put into images bottled up feelings of absurdity and alienation – and also joy and delight.

…the very basics of photography [can] be potent and strange. So why not make pictures about the medium itself and see where they would take me?

Photography was so perfectly suited to my sensibility and situation, it gave me a voice, a kind of crazy, out-of-whack voice, at the beginning, but a voice.

It’s important to me to have what I photograph undergo a certain transformation – to become a thing different from what we are used to, to be another version of itself.

At times, I have been convinced that books hold all the material of life–at least all the stuff that fits between an A and a Z.

I started making photographs as if I were a child myself. This got me to look at things more closely, more slowly, and from vantage points I hadn’t considered before.

So, okay photography doesn’t tell the truth. So what? Everyone has known this forever.

Happy the eyes that can close

Everything I’ve been thinking, every vision, even down to every shot I throw, it just ends up here in reality.

As I lift up my eyes to Him and accept it as coming from the throne of God for some great purpose of blessing to my own heart.

Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.

There’s a lot to do when you’re a kid – spiders to catch, girls to poke in the eye – stuff to be getting on with.

A comedy is just a tragedy interrupted, I once said. Do you finish with the kiss or when she opens her eyes to tell him she loves him and sees blonde hairs on his collar?

A girl becomes a wife with her eyes wide open. She knows that those sweetest words.

I dont know whether you’ve ever looked into a miner’s eyes for any length of time, that is. Because it is the loveliest blue you’ve ever seen.