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

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

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.

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.

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

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