Nothing Is Ever The Same

What Moves Me About...what's Called Technique...is That It Comes From Some Mysterious Deep Place. I Mean It Can Have Something To Do With The Paper And The Developer And All That Stuff, But It Comes Mostly From Some Very Deep Choices Somebody Has Made That Take A Long Time And Keep Haunting Them.

When You're Growing Up Your Mother Says, "wear Rubbers Or You'll Catch Cold." When You Become An Adult You Discover That You Have The Right Not To Wear Rubbers And To See If You Catch Cold Or Not. It's Something Like That.

Take Pictures Of What You Fear.

I Used To Have This Notion When I Was A Kid That The Minute You Said Anything, It Was No Longer True. Of Course It Would Have Driven Me Crazy Very Rapidly If I Hadn't Dropped It, But There's Something Similar In What I'm Trying To Say. That Once It's Been Done, You Want To Go Someplace Else. There's Just Some Sense Of Straining.

If The Fall Of Man Consists In The Separation Of God And The Devil The Serpent Must Have Appeared Out Of The Middle Of The Apple When Eve Bit Like The Original Worm In It, Splitting It In Half And Sundering Everything Which Was Once One Into A Pair Of Opposites, So The World Is Noah's Ark On The Sea Of Eternity Containing All The Endless Pairs Of Things, Irreconcilable And Inseparable, And Heat Will Always Long For Cold And The Back For The Front And Smiles For Tears And Mutt For Jeff And No For Yes With The Most Unutterable Nostalgia There Is.