
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
- Franz Kafka, from The Blue Octavo Notebooks
/In fact, the basic techniques of photography were never enormously difficult, and they have now become very easy. Like belles-lettres in a land of universal literacy, the art of pictures-making is now open to everyone - or at least to anyone. It is today quite simple to make pictures that are as intelligent, cultivated, and original as the person who makes them - who remains, of course, the most interesting and dependable link in the system.
- John Szarkowski, from Looking at Photographs
/The mistress of this world has no name.
- Frederick Sommer
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~(Stubbornson) I picture a kitchen table under a bright flourescent ceiling fixture. Under it sits a table filled to overflowing with all manner and sizes of photographs. From this pile of cast aways, memories and twitches one can create a life. Of course no one works this way.
One is sometimes free to choose then choose again.
Posted by Stubbornson at November 3, 2007 09:03 PM