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What inspires me to photograph:
The
faces of people I love.
The memory of people I've lost and the artifacts
that connect me to them.
The faces of old friends.
The faces of new friends.
Transient images in shadows and reflections.
Light filtering through
trees.
The lyrics of the early Bob Dylan
The anger in BYOB
The cynicism
of Randy Newman
The passion of Lou Reed
The
romanticism of Aaron Copland
The craziness of George Antheil
The sorrow
of Henryk Górecki
The
defiance of DaDa
The illustrations of Rockwell Kent
The brutal black &
white lines of George Grosz
The wisdom of Kilgore Trout
The piety of
Bob Dobbs
The
simplicity of a Weston pepper.
The complexity of a Friedlander street.
The grotesqueness of a Joel Peter Witkin
The cleverness of Duane Michals
The quirkiness of Man Ray.
The majesty of an Ansel Adams
The compassion
of Eugene Richards
The humanity of Sebastian Salgado
The chutzpah of Richard
Avedon
The Parkeharrison fantasies
The decisive moments of Henri Cartier
Bresson.
Rage against the system
In
spite of a growing cynicism, a calling to declare a point of view.
A mandate
to cry out that (in my opinion), the sky is falling.
A gnawing need to expose
a system that turns innocent children into monsters.
A desire to capture the beauty of Mother Nature to remind me that there can be
a reason to bother to do all these other things.
Paul Pearce ~ Jan 2006