Frank Hendriks Photography:
As I go clowning my sentimental way into eternity, wrestling with all my problems of estrangement, communion, sincerity, simulation, ambition and acquiescence, I shuttle between worrying whether I matter at all and whether anything else matters but me.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the front tire, the walls; all our necessities.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
What have I done with this day? And what am I doing with my life? And how must I change to avoid catastrophic end-of-life regrets?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Melancholy is incompatible with bicycling.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I've been thinking lately about immortality. What it means to be remembered, what I want to be remembered for, certain questions concerning memory and fame.