I Believe In Invisible; I

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.

I Believe In Invisible; I Do Not Believe In Visible.

I Am Interested In The Nature Of Things. The Nature Of Something Is Quite Different From The Way It Looks.

I Still Find Doing Portraits A Terrific Challenge, But Even Though I've Done Hundreds Of Them, I've Never Stopped Questioning The Very Nature Of Portraiture Because It Deals Exclusively With Appearances. I've Never Believed People Are What They Look Like And Think It's Impossible To Really Know What People Are.

I Write In Order To Express What The Photo Itself Cannot Say. A Photograph Of My Father Doesn't Tell Me What I Thought Of Him, Which For Me Is Much More Important Than What The Man Looked Like.