No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.

Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.

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

I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation.

I build a kind of wall between myself and t he model so that I can paint in peace behind it. Otherwise, she might say something that confuses and distracts me.