I love painting. As far as photography is concerned, I understand nothing.
Some photographs are like a Chekhov short story or a Maupassant story. They’re quick things and there’s a whole world in them. But one is unconscious of it while shooting.
While we’re working, we must be conscious of what we’re doing.
It is by great economy of means that one arrives at simplicity of expression.
We must avoid however, snapping away, shooting quickly and without thought, overloading ourselves with unnecessary images that clutter our memory and diminish the clarity of the whole.
Memory is very important, the memory of each photo taken, flowing at the same speed as the event.
In order to give meaning to the world, one has to feel oneself involved in what he frames. This attitude requires concentration, a discipline of mind, sensitivity, and a sense of geometry.
Human faces are such a world!
To take photographs is putting one’s head, one’s eye, and one’s heart on the same axis.
This recognition, in real life, of a rhythm of surfaces, lines, and values is for me the essence of photography; composition should be a constant of preoccupation, being a simultaneous coalition – an organic coordination of visual elements.
We must respect the atmosphere which surrounds the human being.
In photography, the smallest thing can become a big subject, an insignificant human detail can become a leitmotiv. We see and we make seen as a witness to the world around us; the event, in its natural activity, generates an organic rhythm of forms.
I am a visual man. I watch, watch, watch. I understand things through my eyes.
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?
Time runs and flows and only our death succeeds in catching up with it. Photography is a blade which, in eternity, impales the dazzling moment.
The adventurer in me felt obliged to testify with a quicker instrument than a brush to the scars of the world.
Culture shock is often felt sharply at the borders between countries, but sometimes it doesn’t hit fully until you’ve been in a place for a long time.
I am a pack of nerves while waiting for the moment, and this feeling grows and grows and grows and then it explodes, it is a physical joy, a dance, space and time united. Yes, yes, yes, yes!
Pictures should never be posed. They are ‘revealed’ so must be accepted as they are. Left alone.
Photography is like fencing. You must keep your distance, wait, and then thrust.