Friday, October 19, 2012

The Happy Accident

C’est tout le temps de la chance, il n’y a que ça. Il n’y a que le chance qui compte, il faut être disponible, c’est tout. . . . Quand on veut, on n’obtient rien, il ne faut pas vouloir. Il faut être disponible, puis là ça vient. (Henri Cartier Bresson)

Photography, like life, is a matter of faith – and percipience.

“The sense of sight enjoys being surprised. . . . It’s the same law which governs humor. Only the unexpected sally makes you laugh.”

“In my opinion to search means nothing in painting. To find is the thing. Nobody is interested in following a man who, with his eyes fixed on the ground, spends his life looking for the pocketbook that fortune put in his path. The one who finds something . . . even if his intention were not to search for it, at least arouses our curiosity, if not our admiration. . . .
When I paint, my object is to show what I have found and not what I am looking for.”

Which gives the lie to the idea that mere hard work will find its reward and that success is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration. Like it or not, inspiration is a matter of grace, a happy accident, an unlooked-for gift. He who hath eyes, let him see.