The Question Of Truth Is

The Question Of Truth Is Forever In The Air, And People Look For It With Particular Fervor In Art.

Taking Photographs And Writing Is My Way Of Saying I Was Here, I Saw This, I Felt This, I Heard This.

Most Photographs, To Me, Are Description, But They Lack Insight.

To Photograph Reality Is To Photograph Nothing.

Then All At Once In Late August's Heat, Tall Leafless Stalks Crowned With Iridescent Pink And Purple Blossoms Burst From The Purgatory In The Earth. This Arcane Act Of Nature, Though Perceived By Us As Ordinary, Is A Manifestation Of Maya's Phantom Play, The Great Immensity Expressed In Every Way. My Garden Is The Universe. I Am The Universe. I Am My Garden. All Things Are The Same.