[Photographer, b. 1938, Kharkov, Ukraine, lives in Kharkov and Berlin.]
As a photographer with unofficial authority I discover, I observe, I clandestinely stalk.
I was always against good technique because it didn’t work with Soviet life. Good quality equals foreign life.
When you’re open to life, it responds to you. That is what an intuitive possibility of photography is—to crawl deeper into the depths of life.
They say about me, that I proceed like a cat in hiding, watching. I am waiting for the best moment to press the button of the camera.
Through the ass of this woman I saw the world. (On his series of photographs: “Superimpositions.”)
We as spectators are the ones who are humiliated and degraded by the confrontation, exposed to a truth we cannot walk away from and cannot bear to share.
Photographic accident may be more interesting than a consciously constructed collage.
I intuitively felt that photography was the field where I could express myself as a citizen and a human being.