Despite my extremely modest prices, dealers and art lovers are turning their backs on me. It is very depressing to see the lack of interest shown in an art object which has no market value.

One day I am satisfied, the next day I find it all bad; still I hope that some day I will find some of them good.

I'm not performing miracles, I'm using up and wasting a lot of paint.

If the world really looks like that I will paint no more!

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

All I did was to look at what the universe showed me, to let my brush bear witness to it.

the more I live, the more I regret how little i know