In Common With Michelangelo And

Photography Is An Art Which Touches And Grips One's Own Heart's Blood.

I Do Not Believe In The Art Which Is Not The Compulsive Result Of Man's Urge To Open His Heart

A Person Himself Believes That All The Other Portraits Are Good Likenesses Except The One Of Himself.

My Father Was Temperamentally Nervous And Obsessively Religious—to The Point Of Psychoneurosis. From Him I Inherited The Seeds Of Madness. The Angels Of Fear, Sorrow, And Death Stood By My Side Since The Day I Was Born.

I Don’t Believe In An Art That Is Not Born Out Of Man’s Need To Open His Heart.