It's interesting to see the world's fascination with a troubled artist. The artists sure wouldn't share their enthusiasm.

What influenced my style was the feeling that I was a lousy artist... I was like the ugly duckling, not knowing what I was, style-wise, and thinking I was all on my own... I evolved into a style that couldn't be compared to anyone else.

It's interesting to see the world's fascination with a troubled artist. The artists sure wouldn't share their enthusiasm.

I just paint to fulfill an urge. When I don't have the urge, I just don't paint. This is not some stupid contest. But if it is, I feel like the winner that came in last.

Not worrying about the cost of materials and tools extends my artistic freedom.

In putting everyone else down, I am raising myself up... and this will continue until my self-esteem rises. I have just sorted out the mystery of why I am always putting down everybody else's artwork.

Van Gogh is the best example of how a person can be on the right track, propelled by gut feeling and some kind of strange obsessive stubborn conviction, that no one seems to understand.