I can see myself as a very old man in a terrific wheelchair. Only, I won't be photographing the tree outside my window, the way Steichen did. I'll be photographing other old people.
People, unprotected by their roles, become isolated in beauty and intellect and illness and confusion.
I think all art is about control - the encounter between control and the uncontrollable.
I am always stimulated by people. Almost never by ideas.
If each photograph steals a bit of the soul, isn't it possible that I give up pieces of mine every time I take a picture?
People - running from unhappiness, hiding in power - are locked within their reputations, ambitions, beliefs.
