All bores me in the world of facts, I see an end, a limit to all things and my heart thirsts for the infinite and for eternity.

Art lives and dies in the unique heart of he who carries it, just as all feelings only live and expand in the souls of those who feel them. There is no history of art -- there is the history of artists.

There is no history of artthere is the history of artists.

All bores me in the world of facts, I see an end, a limit to all things and my heart thirsts for the infinite and for eternity.

Art is not made only one way, art is a point of view? Rembrandt in our days would be Rembrandt again, because the work of the master is his self. But in order to be Rembrandt in ourdayshe would have used new ways that would give a new culture.