Jack Welpott
[Photographer, b. 1923, Kansas City, Missouri, d. 2007, Greenbrae, California.]

 I am still struck by the power of photography to strip away the bark of the mind and reveal the visceral workings underneath. 
 When I’m working behind a camera, I feel like I’m trying to achieve something like a jazz musician does. 
 Photography ruins marriages, and I’ve been married three times—so there’s a downside to it as well. 
 I went through a long period when I thought my photographs were not visible—on the wall, but not visible. 
 Part of the fascination that photography holds is its ability to unlock secrets kept even from ourselves. Like dreams, the photograph can uncork a heady bouquet of recognition which can escape into the cognitive world. 
 In my view, photography and painting really share one history. The influences that work on one, work on the other.