notes for somewhere bizarre

Once in a while I find a picture – one, two, three shots – that I can't let go of. There's something, some part of it, that doesn't want to go back. I aquired a particular sense of noticing when this special occasion arises, this occurence of a picture not wanting to go back. So I take the picture, the shot, and lay it aside. Ok, agreed, I have stolen it, but not for personal profit; I have taken it, because I think the picture has yet something to accomplish and I might be of service…
The Collector of Pictures in an interview with C.,October '87.

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