Photography is something you learn to love very quickly. I know that many, many things are going to ask me to have their pictures taken and I will take them all.
I have never taken a picture for any other reason than that at that moment it made me happy to do so.
Photography to me is catching a moment which is passing, and which is true.
I have two pairs of eyes – one to paint and one to take photographs.
I take photographs with love, so I try to make them art objects. But I make them for myself first and foremost – that is important.
One shouldn’t be only two photographers but thousands.
To talk about photos rather than making them seems idiotic to me. It’s as though I went on and on about a woman I adored instead of making love to her.
I have never taken a photograph without one thought in my head to amuse myself.
I think just about everything has been tackled, but it may be that things will be done again, only better and differently.
Photography and writing are marvelous distractions from painting. I might even have found movies more interesting than photography. I tried it a bit, but not enough.
The golden rule is work fast. As for framing, composition, focus-this is no time to start asking yourself questions: you just have to trust your intuition and the sharpness of your reflexes.
Photography is a magic thing. A thing that has mysterious odors, a little strange and frightening, something one quickly grows to love.
It’s marvelous, marvelous! Nothing will ever be as much fun. I’m going to photograph everything, everything!
What’s so incredibly amusing with photography is that while seemingly an art of the surface, it catches things I haven’t even noticed. And it pains me not to have seen things in all their depth.
I don’t photograph anything I don’t like. I do the flowers, I don’t do the weeds.