[Photographer, b. 1946, Vancouver, Canada, lives in Vancouver.]
I’ve always felt that good art has to reflect somehow on its own process of coming to be.
Rainer Maria Rilke
[Writer and poet, b. 1875, Prague, d. 1926, Montreux, Switzerland.]
Oh quickly disappearing photograph in my more slowly disappearing hand.
[Artist and photographer, b. 1967, Tokyo, Japan, lives in New York.]
I must create the world in order to breathe in the world; I don’t exist unless I create.
[Photographer, b. 1933, London, d. 2010, London.]
I went into a burning mode. I felt everything I had to do and say in photography had been done. [Irving Penn and Richard Avedon] fucked photography for us... They got there. (1979, On giving up photography and burning all his negatives)
[Writer, b. 1890, New York, d. 1980, Pacific Palisades, California.]
[The photographer] is like a secretive insect who awaits for the appearance of some unknown epidemic before commencing his ravages. He is stubborn and elusive. He does the banal thing in order to hide his monstrous eccentricities. He has the eye of a ghoul, the indifference of a leper, the calm of a Buddha. He is insatiable. He is a monster—the most amiable, the most courteous, the most raffiné—but a monster. (On Brassaï, who he lastingly dubbed “the eye of Paris.”)
[Photographer, b. 1912, Gentilly, Val-de-Marne, France, d. 1994, Montrouge, France.]
You must not trample on other people’s secret gardens. You must remember: to suggest is to create; to describe is to destroy.
[Photographer, b. 1935, Finsbury Park, London, lives in Somerset, England.]
I felt I had seen so much horror that it was likely to destroy me…. Yet… I cannot do without the head-on collision with life I have when I am working.
[Writer, theorist, and critic, b. 1933, New York, d. 2004, New York.]
When one has a picture taken, the photographer says “Perfect!” Just as you are! That is death.