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.

Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.

To die is as if one's eyes had been put out and one cannot see anything any more. Perhaps it is like being shut in a cellar. One is abandoned by all. They have slammed the door and are gone. One does not see anything and notices only the damp smell of putrefaction.

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

I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.

What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.

It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.