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

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

I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man's urge to open his heart

Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.

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

My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings

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