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

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

I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.

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

I build a kind of wall between myself and t he model so that I can paint in peace behind it. Otherwise, she might say something that confuses and distracts me.

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

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