“…In a landscape where nothing was recognizable, except the clouds, and in the middle, in a field of forces crossing tensions and destructive explosions, the tiny and fragile human body”-from Illuminations: Essays and Reflections.
“The discipline of history is to weigh heavily on our beings. Without the harness of its chagrin, we float hereditarily as non-entity, just as we float into those futures in the same capacity of nothingness, but presumed possibility”.
“One form of defense from this snobbism was to create a sort of puritanism within photography – a little village kind of mentality. Our things, our games. Let’s not engage with the outer world as they are mean to us.”