Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.

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.

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

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

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 painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

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