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.

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

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.

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.

The most fundamental in me is coming uppermost, and the transient, the sensational, is dispersing, because it can't adversely influence what is essential to me.

True dreams and visions should be as visible to the artist as the phenomena of the objective world.