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.

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.

If a person really believes they need some kind of special inherited talent or proper-sided brain functioning, this will interfere with their productivity. I don't want to know what side of the brain I am using.

Faith is the physical description of God. That's what He is. It's the only word we have in our language to accurately describe His physical form.

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

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.