A photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.

The photographic image... is a message without a code.

What the Photograph reproduces to infinity has occurred only once: the Photograph mechanically repeats what could never be repeated existentially.

The Photograph belongs to that class of laminated objects whose two leaves cannot be separated without destroying them both: the windowpane and the landscape, and why not: Good and Evil, desire and its object: dualities we can conceive but not perceive... Whatever it grants to vision and whatever its manner, a photograph is always invisible: it is not it that we see.

The realists do not take the photograph for a 'copy' of reality, but for an emanation of past reality, a magic, not an art.

As Spectator I wanted to explore photography not as a question (a theme) but as a wound.