Colours in vibration, peeling like silver bells and clanging like bronze bells, proclaiming happiness, passion and love, soul, blood and death.

The artist need not know very much, best of all let him work instinctively and paint as naturally as he breathes or walks.

Clever people master life; the wise illuminate it and create fresh difficulties.

Sometimes it seems to me that I am capable of absolutely nothing, but that nature through me can accomplish a great deal.

Colours in vibration, peeling like silver bells and clanging like bronze bells, proclaiming happiness, passion and love, soul, blood and death.

As an artist I am attracted by decadence, by those who exhaust their lives in the shallow pursuits of pleasure. Occasionally, I feel that spiritually I participate in all these kinds of lives.

Pictures are spiritual beings. The soul of the painter lives within them.