People don't really understand, but having people stare, and point, and take pictures, even if it is in a positive framework, is quite isolating; there's no two ways about it. You feel a little bit, you know, freakish.
The visual of Satan isn’t one of a big red devil with horns. Even worse, it’s the picture of something good, twisted enough to be compelling.
I used to think that I could never lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I’ve lost.
There were a story scripted on the wall, no words used though, just pictures, memories, from another world. Her happy place.
Am I in the picture? Am I getting in or out of it? I could be a ghost, an animal or a dead body, not just this girl standing on the corner…?
If I say 'Find me an interesting painting' to Google, someday a robot could go around the Picasso museum and take a picture for me.
You've got to push yourself harder. You've got to start looking for pictures nobody else could take. You've got to take the tools you have and probe deeper.
The true picture of the past flits by. The past can be seized only as an image which flashes up at the instant when it can be recognized and is never seen again.
We are all captives of the picture in our head - our belief that the world we have experienced is the world that really exists.
The problem is I don't know anything or anyone. I am so focused on the immediate picture in front of me.
My favorite writers are all Jews - David, Solomon, Matthew, Mark - well, you get the picture.
I would never deny the importance of the media, but I wouldn't go out of the way to splash my pictures all over town. I'd rather let my work do the talking.
Everyone is of course free to interpret the work in his own way. I think seeing a picture is one thing and interpreting it is another.
If they're willing to pay you what you think you're worth for it, that's why an actor goes to work. A lot of times they want to pay you a lot for a picture you don't want to do.
Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts...
Cram them full of non-combustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they’ll feel they’re thinking, they’ll get a sense of motion without moving. And they’ll be happ...
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