In A Strict Sense Photography

Now There Is A Big Turnover In The Galleries. The Top Galleries Are Getting Better All The Time. A Lot Of Galleries Just Struggle Along, Then A New One Comes Along. There Are Certainly A Great Number Of Galleries. I Think This Argues Well For The Art But There Are, Of Course, A Lot Of "phonies" In All The Arts.

We All Move On The Fringes Of Eternity And Are Sometimes Granted Vistas Through Fabric Of Illusion. Many Refuse To Admit It: I Feel A Mystery Exists. There Are Certain Times, When, As On The Whisper Of The Wind, There Comes A Clear And Quiet Realization That There Is Indeed A Presence In The World, A Nonhuman Entity That Is Not Necessarily Inhuman.

The Negative Is The Score, And The Print The Performance.

Art Is Both The Taking And Giving Of Beauty; The Turning Out To The Light The Inner Folds Of The Awareness Of The Spirit. It Is The Recreation On Another Plane Of The Realities Of The World; The Tragic And Wonderful Realities Of Earth And Men, And Of All The Inter-relations Of These.

I Have Often Had A Retrospective Vision Where Everything In My Past Life Seems To Fall With Significance Into Logical Sequence. Intuition, Suspicion, Or Confidence In New Ventures; There Is A Strange Strain Within Me When Advantage Is Not Taken Of Some Situation, The Immediacy Of Recognition Of The Rightness Or Wrongness Of A Mood, A Response, A Decision - They Are So Often Valid That I Am Increasingly Convinced That We Have Yet To Grasp The Reality Of Existence.