Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

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

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

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

I learned early about the misery and dangers of life, and about the afterlife, about the external punishment which awaited the children of sin in Hell.

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.

I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.