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

There is silver blue, sky blue and thunder blue. Every colour holds within it a soul, which makes me happy or repels me, and which acts as a stimulus. To a person who has no art in him, colours are colours, tones tones...and that is all. All their consequences for the human spirit, which range between heaven to hell, just go unnoticed.

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.

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

There cannot be creation without a lot of energy.

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.