Photography is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality.
Wherever there is light, one can photograph.
Photography my passion, the search for truth, my obsession.
Photographers must learn not to be ashamed to have their photographs look like photographs.
The arts equally have distinct departments, and unless photography has its own possibilities of expression, separate from those of the other arts, it is merely a process, not an art.
I do not object to retouching, dodging or accentuation as long as they do not interfere with the natural qualities of photographic technique.
Utopia is in the moment. Not in some future time, some other place, but in the here and now, or else it is nowhere.
My cloud photographs are equivalents of my most profound life experiences, my basic philosophy of life. All art is an equivalent of the artist’s most profound life experiences.
The great geniuses are those who have kept their childlike spirit and have added to it breadth of vision and experience.
To demand the portrait that will be a complete portrait of a person is as futile as to demand that a motion picture be condensed into a single still.
All art, like all love, is rooted in heartache.
The ability to make a truly artistic photograph is not acquired off-hand, but is the result of an artistic instinct coupled with years of labor.
My photographs are a picture of the chaos in the world, and of my relationship to that chaos. My prints show the world’s constant upsetting of man’s equilibrium, and his eternal battle to reestablish it.
The goal of art was the vital expression of self.
If you place the imperfect next to the perfect, people will see the difference between the one and the other. But if you offer the imperfect alone, people are only too apt to be satisfied by it.
There are many schools of painting. Why should there not be many schools of photographic art? There is hardly a right and a wrong in these matters, but there is truth, and that should form the basis of all works of art.
The scene fascinated me: a round straw hat; the funnel leaning left, the stairway leaning right; the white drawbridge, its railings made of chain; white suspenders crossed on the back of a man below; circular iron machinery; a mast that cut into the sky, completing a triangle.