The way one sees is also dependent upon one's emotional state of mind. This is why a motif can be looked at in so many ways, and this is what makes art so interesting.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.

The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.

The viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.

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.

Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?