Photography is an art which touches and grips one's own heart's blood.

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

When I paint, I never think of selling. People simply fail to understand that we paint in order to experiment and to develop ourselves as we strive for greater heights.

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

Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.

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.

I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.