The one thing that fills me with enthusiasm is to try, despite everything, to get nearer to those visions that seem so hard to express.

Artistically I am still a child with a whole life ahead of me to discover and create. I want something, but I won't know what it is until I succeed in doing it.

The head is what matters. The rest of the body plays the part of antennae making life possible for people and life itself is inside the skull.

(Art is) the residue of vision.

If only someone else could paint what I see, it would be marvellous, because then I wouldnt have to paint at all.

The more you fail, the more you succeed. It is only when everything is lost and - instead of giving up - you go on, that you experience the momentary prospect of some slight progress. Suddenly you have the feeling - be it an illusion or not - that something new has opened up.

In the past I have never thought about loneliness when working, and I don't think about it now. Yet there must be a reason for the fact that so many people talk about it.