I Don't Get Straight People,

You Can’t Teach Art, So Art School Is A Contradiction In Terms.

Photography Deals Exquisitely With Appearances, But Nothing Is What It Appears To Be.

I'm A Terrible Punster. And I Love To Rhyme. I Just Can't Help Myself.

Most Portraits Are Lies. People Are Rarely What They Appear To Be, Especially In Front Of A Camera. You Might Know Me Your Entire Lifetime And Never Reveal Yourself To Me. To Interpret Wrinkles As Character Is Insult Not Insight.

If I Indulge Myself And Surrender To Memory, I Can Still Feel The Knot Of Excitement That Gripped Me As I Turned The Corner Into Rue Mimosas, Looking For The House Of Rene Magritte. It Was August, 1965. I Was 33 Years Old And About To Meet The Man Whose Profound And Witty Surrealist Paintings Had Contradicted My Assumptions About Photography.