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I Already Know What Things Look Like - I Don't Want Description. People Believe In Appearances, And I Don't Believe In Appearances At All.

It Is No Accident That You Are Reading This. I Am Making Black Marks On White Paper. These Marks Are My Thoughts, And Although I Do Not Know Who You Are Reading This...the Lines Of Our Lives Have Intersected. For The Length Of These Few Sentences, We Meet Here. It Is No Accident That You Are Reading This. This Moment Has Been Waiting For You, I Have Been Waiting For You. Remember Me.

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.

Taking The Photograph Is The Easiest Part For Me

To Fulfil A Fantasy Is The Quickest Way To Destroy It.