The life of the consciousness is boundless. It interpenetrates the world and is woven in all its imagery. Therefore, we must listen closely to our inner voice.

The life of the consciousness is boundless. It interpenetrates the world and is woven in all its imagery. Therefore, we must listen closely to our inner voice.

I cannot say why I wanted to paint. The only answer is in the pictures themselves.

However ugly a face may be, we can discover some beauty in it if we first experience wonder before it and then begin to understand it, too.

Consciousness is a sea ringed with visions.

Open your eyes at last and see... now I will open the book of the world for you,there are no words in it, just pictures.

All that's left now is purely poetic work, putting more life into individual places, as I've made so sure of the fundamental mood and dimension of expression that it won't leave me groping around in uncertainty any more.