Art comes from joy and pain...But mostly from pain.

It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.

Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.

A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.

Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.

I was walking down the road with two friends when the sun set; suddenly, the sky turned as red as blood. I stopped and leaned against the fence, feeling unspeakably tired. Tongues of fire and blood stretched over the bluish black fjord. My friends went on walking, while I lagged behind, shivering with fear. Then I heard the enormous infinite scream of nature.

The notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems in prose.