I think with honesty, with few evasions of human frailty.
I secretly yearn for fame — do I not deserve it?
But I believe no less in the purity of art.
I remain uncompromising with my talents, few as they are.
I muse about cutting corners, about selling out, but I
shunt these seductions aside and stay true to the belief
that no real connection exists between artistic and worldly success.
I await the day when others see that my photographs
are masterpieces. Ambitious as I am, I feel that there
is no alternative but to wait for that distant day.
Paraphrases from the biography Rosenfeld’s Lives: Fame, Oblivion, and the Furies of Writing by Steven J. Zipperstein.