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.