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

There cannot be creation without a lot of energy.

A work becomes a work of art when one re-evaluates the values of nature and adds one's own spirituality.

The art of an artist must be his own art. It is... always a continuous chain of little inventions, little technical discoveries of ones own, in ones relation to the tool, the material and the colors.

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

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

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