“I had a sense that photography could provide a bridge from the world of science to the world of art, or image.”

That’s why I like to work with the photogram, because the contact with what is represented is actual.

It’s what we see every day in the magazines, on billboards and even on television.

I was attracted to photography because it was technical, full of gadgets, and I was obsessed with science. But at some point around fifteen or sixteen,

Photography was a means of crossing into a new place I didn’t know.

It’s as if the border between the world and the print is osmotic.

I’m saying there are many, many other ways to produce photographic imagery, and I would imagine that a lot of them have yet to be explored.

We’re so conditioned to the syntax of the camera that we don’t realize that we are running on only half the visual alphabet…

All those images are being produced basically the same way, through a lens and a camera.

An echo is a good way to describe the photogram, which is a visual echo of the real object

Maybe an image is worth 1000 words, but some words are worth 10,000 tears.

Maybe she’d try to understand that the dark images muddled my brain until it hurt, until I had no choice but to let them out.

Half the battle is selling music, not singing it. It’s the image, not what you sing.

If we have to have a choice between being dead and pitied, and being alive with a bad image, we’d rather be alive and have the bad image.

Real motivation is that drive from within: You know where you are going because you have a compelling image inside, not a travel poster on the wall.

The Lord breathes the breath of life, contrition of heart, into the face of the soul when he impresses upon it his own image and likeness, which has been soiled by sin, and renews it.

The Lord breathes the breath of life, contrition of heart, into the face of the soul when he impresses upon it his own image and likeness, which has been soiled by sin, and renews it.

As we willingly enter each place of fear, each place of deficiency and insecurity in ourselves, we will discover that its walls are made of untruths, of old images of ourselves, of ancient fears, of false ideas of what is pure and what is not.