I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

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.

The camera will never compete with the brush and the palette, until such time as photographs can be taken in Heaven or Hell.

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

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.

In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color