Sculpture occupies real space like we do. . . you walk around it and relate to it almost as another person or another object.
I am not limiting myself to theories, so I never question the rightness to my approach.
Anything more than 500 yards from the car just isn't photogenic.
If I have any 'message' worth giving to a beginner it is that there are no short cuts in photography.
I have been photographing our toilet, that glossy enameled receptacle of extraordinary beauty. Here was every sensuous curve of the human figure divine but minus the imperfections. Never did the Greeks reach a more significant consummation to their culture, and it somehow reminded me, in the glory of its chaste convulsions and in its swelling, sweeping, forward movement of finely progressing contours, of the Victory of Samothrace.
The fact is that relatively few photographers ever master their medium. Instead they allow the medium to master them and go on an endless squirrel cage chase from new lens to new paper to new developer to new gadget, never staying with one piece of equipment long enough to learn its full capacities, becoming lost in a maze of technical information that is of little or no use since they don't know what to do with it.
Now, to consult the rules of composition before making a picture is a little like consulting the law of gravity before going for a walk.
The people who are unprejudiced, but who. . . feel it is so hopeless there is no use trying. . . probably do just as much damage to the emotional atmosphere in which we are facing the problem as the fanatical Negrophobes.
where the bedroom is wrong the whole house is wrong.
I've got to be high class. . . Which is sad, because I like bars.
I got a very strong sense from my mother, in particular, that we are all equal in the sight of God.