If what you want to paint is the emotive mood in all its strength... then you must not sit and stare at everything and depict it exactly as one sees it.

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

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

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.

A work of art comes only from inside a human being.

My father was temperamentally nervous and obsessively religious—to the point of psychoneurosis. From him I inherited the seeds of madness. The angels of fear, sorrow, and death stood by my side since the day I was born.