Without Fear And Disease, My

Nature Is Not Only All That Is Visible To The Eye... It Also Includes The Inner Pictures Of The Soul.

From My Rotting Body, Flowers Shall Grow And I Am In Them And That Is Eternity.

In My Childhood I Always Felt That I Was Treated Unjustly, Without A Mother, Sick, And With The Threat Of Punishment In Hell Hanging Over My Head

The Camera Will Never Compete With The Brush And The Palette, Until Such Time As Photographs Can Be Taken In Heaven Or Hell.

In Common With Michelangelo And Rembrandt I Am More Interested In The Line, Its Rise And Fall, Than In Color