We are only beginning to learn what to say in a photograph. The world we live in is a succession of fleeting moments, any one of which might say something significant.
Nationality: American Type: Photographer Born: December 6, 1898 Death: August 25, 1995 |
I hardly ever watch my own work. I just end up picking myself apart! I can't even stand to hear myself on voicemail. the sound of my own voice is like nails on a chalkboard. The same goes for my records.
It doesn't matter if you try and try and try again, and fail. It does matter if you try and fail, and fail to try again.