Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.

At different moments you see with different eyes. You see differently in the morning than you do in the evening. In addition, how you see is also dependent on your emotional state. Because of this, a motif can be seen in many different ways, and this is what makes art interesting.

To die is as if one's eyes had been put out and one cannot see anything any more. Perhaps it is like being shut in a cellar. One is abandoned by all. They have slammed the door and are gone. One does not see anything and notices only the damp smell of putrefaction.

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.

My father was temperamentally nervous and obsessively religious—to the point of psychoneurosis. From him I inherited the seeds of madness. The angels of fear, sorrow, and death stood by my side since the day I was born.