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

All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart's blood. Art is your heart's blood.

I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man's urge to open his heart

This kind of painting with its large frames is a bourgeois drawing-room art. It is an art dealer's art-and that came in after the civil wars following the French Revolution.

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

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.

I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.