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

Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.

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

A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.

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.

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

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