My breakthrough came very late in life, really only starting when I was 50...I had the strength for new deeds and ideas.

Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.

Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.

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

For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.

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.

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.