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.

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.

Consciousness is a sea ringed with visions.

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

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.

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.