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

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.

Yellow can express happiness, and then again, pain. There is flame red, blood red, and rose red; there is silver blue, sky blue, and thunder blue; every color harbors its own soul, delighting or disgusting or stimulating me.

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.

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.