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

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

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.

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.

Consciousness is a sea ringed with visions.

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.

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.