There are a number of things that set Southern artists apart from anyone else. Their obsession with place and their obsession with family.

I like to make people a little uncomfortable. It encourages them to examine who they are and why they think the way they do.

Photographs open doors into the past, but they also alloq a look into the future

The things that are close to you are the things you can photograph the best.

It's always been my philosophy to try to make art out of the everyday and ordinary...it never occurred to me to leave home to make art.

Like all photographers, I depend on serendipity I pray for what might be referred to as the angel of chance.

I think truth is a layered phenomenon. There are many truths that accumulate and build up. I am trying to peel back and explore these rich layers of truth. All truths are difficult to reach.

Unless you photograph what you love, you're not going to make good art.

Photographs supplant and corrupt the past, all the while creating their own memories.

What is truth in photography? It can be told in a hundred different ways. Every thirtieth of a second when the shutter snaps, its capturing a different piece of information.

It is easier for me to take ten good pictures in an airplane bathroom than in the gardens at Versailles.

Who can understand the covert world of the emotions, the secret life of the mind?

The land of possibility is a better place to make your home than the realm of expectation will ever be

Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path. . .

I discovered in college that country music could be fun adding some swing to it.

Turn the goddam music up! My heart feels like an alligator!

But from the time I was very little, it was something I would do all the time, just sing, dance and act. So it wasn't something that was fake or contrived as I got older.

Running around when I was a kid was a really happy time; a time when getting home for dinner or for sleep were my only responsibilities.

The fire of love and the cold of time, deprive my sweet love of his peace of mind.

I'm all about challenges and seeing if I can go out and see if I can achieve something. If at the end of the day I do it, great. If I don't, I can live with myself.

I learned to write with my desk in the living room, next to the TV. But mostly in my head, and I try to be able to do it under any circumstances.