When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.

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

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

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.

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

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

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