What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.

Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.

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

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

Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?

No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.

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