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Аноним31 августа 2016 г.I am the artist, not the artwork. I do not want to fall into the trap of seeing myself from the outside. I don't care what I look like. It doesn't matter what I look like. It only matters how I look at the world.
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Аноним31 августа 2016 г.To remember is to rewrite. To photograph is to replace. The only reliable memories, I suppose, are the ones that have been forgotten. They are the dark rooms of the mind. Unopened, untouched, and uncorrupted.
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Аноним31 августа 2016 г.Читать далееWe may never know what another person is thinking--never truly get into anyone else's head--but photography brings us as close as anything can. When the members of an audience at an art gallery look at a picture, they can step for a moment inside the mind of the artist. Like telepathy. Like time travel. At some future date, when people gaze at my photographs of the islands, they will see what I saw. They will stand where I stood, on this granite, surrounded by this ocean. Perhaps they will even feel some of the elation I have experienced here.
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Аноним31 августа 2016 г.Читать далееTrauma and pain are the foundations of art. I believe that. When tragedy strikes, however, a muralist or a watercolorist has the opportunity to be a human being in the moment and an artist afterward. Faced with the death of a loved one, a sculptor or portraitist can first grieve, suffer, and heal--then create. Most artists go through life this way. They can react normally to the trials and tribulations of the human experience. They can pass through the world with compassion and comradeship. They can make their art later. Outside, elsewhere, beyond. But photography is immediate. It does not offer the luxury of time. Faced with blood, death, or transformation, a photographer has no choice but to reach for the camera. An artist first, a human being afterward. Photography is a neutral record of all events, a chronicle of things both sublime and terrible. By necessity, this work is made without emotion, without connection, without love.
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Аноним27 ноября 2022 г.Большую часть жизни меня скорее интересовал путь, чем конкретный пункт назначения.
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Аноним27 ноября 2022 г.Мне кажется, именно так мы понимаем, что всё ещё живы: продолжая ощущать боль.
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Аноним13 августа 2022 г.«Если время река, то некоторые воспоминания ушли на дно, слишком тяжелые, чтобы течение могло и дальше удерживать их на поверхности»
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