I do not deny that I have made drawings and watercolors of an erotic nature. But they are always works of art. Are there no artists who have done erotic pictures?

I must live in my own excrement, breathe in my own poisonous sticky fumes. Yet I am a human being! I still am. Does no one think of that?

I don't know whether there is anyone else at all who remembers my noble father with such sadness

At present, I am mainly observing the physical motion of mountains, water, trees and flowers. One is everywhere reminded of similar movements in the human body, of similar impulses of joy and suffering in plants.

Art cannot be modern. Art is primordially eternal.

I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.

To restrict the artist is a crime. It is to murder germinating life