Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.

When I paint, I never think of selling. People simply fail to understand that we paint in order to experiment and to develop ourselves as we strive for greater heights.

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

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

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

In my childhood I always felt that I was treated unjustly, without a mother, sick, and with the threat of punishment in Hell hanging over my head

I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.