For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.

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

From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation.

The viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.

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

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

Art comes from joy and pain...But mostly from pain.