It is through living that we discover ourselves, at the same time as we discover the world around us.
Reality offers us such wealth that we must cut some of it out on the spot, simplify. The question is, do we always cut out what we should?
We photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing, and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again. We cannot develop and print a memory.
Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again.
For me, the camera is a sketch book, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity.
To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.
To photograph: it is to put on the same line of sight the head, the eye and the heart.
Photography is simultaneously and instantaneously the recognition of a fact and the rigorous organization of visually perceived forms that express and signify that fact
— How do you make your pictures? — I don’t know, it’s not important.
To me, photography is the simultaneous recognition, in a fraction of a second, of the significance of an event.
The creative act lasts but a brief moment, a lightning instant of give-and-take, just long enough for you to level the camera and to trap the fleeting prey in your little box.