The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.

To call everything that appears illogical, fantasy, fairy tale, or chimera would be practically to admit not understanding nature.

Everything in art must spring from the movement of our whole life-stream, of our whole being - including the unconscious.

My hands were too soft.. I had to find some special occupation, some kind of work that would not force me to turn away from the sky and the stars, that would allow me to discover the meaning of life.

Color is everything. When color is right, form is right.

The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.

Will God or someone give me the power to breathe my sigh into my canvases, the sigh of prayer and sadness, the prayer of salvation, of rebirth?