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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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