“Some photographers could vomit on a piece of paper and call it art, you know… Hang it in the Guggenheim, or whatever. Sell a print for two hundred pounds? But I can’t do that. I just– Maybe I have too much respect for walls… or something.”
This is a reminder that even an icon of free spiritedness can be possessed of anxieties and troubles.
“Define yourself with all your heart.”
“Come, I will comfort you in the most self-centered way possible.”
I told this to my friend Joe (from Akron) tonight.