I waited for the idea to consolidate, for the grouping and composition of themes to settle themselves in my brain.

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

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.

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

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

I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.

Light is the most important person in the picture.