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

The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.

Art comes from joy and pain...But mostly from pain.

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

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

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.

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