In an artist's life, death is perhaps not the most difficult thing.

Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.

We are having wind and rain here, and I am very glad not to be alone. I work from memory on bad days, and that would not do if I were alone.

To die for the sake of dying - I prefer to die of passion than to die of boredom!

If I succeed in putting some warmth and love into the work, then it will find friends. Carrying on working is the

I am always in the hope to express the love of two lovers by a marriage of two complementary colors - colors which marry each other... complement each other as a man and a woman do.

I felt my energy return and that I said to myself, in any event I'll recover from it, I'll pick up my pencil that I put down in my great discouragement and I'll get back to drawing, and from then on, it seems to me, everything has changed for me.